[John climbs up onto the lounge, sitting sideways so his back is against Hamilton's side, his legs draped over the other edge.]

It's weird because I'm supposed the be the older one, my birthday still comes first, no matter how long I was MIA. ... Wait, shit, it's winter now isn't it? I missed my birthday.

[He pouts, vowing to just make it up some other time, maybe once the snow stops. He's gonna have a party, dead or not.]

So what was that you were saying earlier? About Washington?