[ His tea's brought to the table soon enough, which is good. Gives him something to do with his hands as he listens to Emma, turning the cup one way, then the other (and so on) on the saucer. It's an interesting point she raises, about Graham. Jefferson pulls his gaze down to the teacup as he considers what Emma's saying. It must be frustrating to see just how life goes on after your own death.

And here Jefferson had just assumed that the former sheriff wouldn't have been as bothered by being 'behind' the others as he, himself, was. After all: Graham now has his happily ever after, doesn't he? And shouldn't that be enough?

Jefferson looks up at Emma when she directs the question at him, blinking as if startled. ]

I don't have to imagine it. People tell me. [ Not really answering the question at all with that response. And now his expression darkens. ] They can't help but remind me of a future that's still out of my reach.