[Danny dusts the ashes away, nonplussed by the smear of gray on his comforter. He was a smoker and was used to wiley bits of ash getting onto things.]

I would have. Scottie would have loved to watch you perform. My friend Scottie, I mean.

[His face lights up, fonder memories of his friend popping up one after the other.]

He would have thought you were beautiful and serene. I think he would have really liked you.