"Glad I was able to get it across to you," Stacia said. She rubbed her hand across her eyes. "I'll admit, this is going to take some pretty deft handling, since I'm going to have to talk around some stuff that's still sore for him too. No one likes to hear "hey, maybe your dead friend who you've been mourning was actually an asshole". Most people don't even like to hear it about their living friends. So I can't really say how long it'll take for me to get through to him. But I'll try, and I'll be gentler with him than I was with you. Does that work for you?"