"High school janitor. Name escape's me. Last month he was," he exclaims, making quotations when he says, "missing." The hands come down. "This month, he's walking ebola. Stay away for your own good, if he's seen, let us know. All very 1984 meets, well, Pleasantville in our quaint little town." His eyes raise, and waggle with that. "Also, topical joke, but not my style. My daddy referred more to your proclivities and not, some sort of patriarchal ownership." What. He has a woke girlfriend. She's just in a coma. And Bonnie is a good influence.)

Damon taps something in to the register, adding to the patron's tab before he leans his back against the counter again.

"You asked for gossip. That's all I got."