It's true that Chase's mother's ghost doesn't appear to be in as much acute distress anymore, and Caleb matches her faint smile with one of his own until Chase opens his mouth and says 'anyway'. When that happens, Caleb lets his arms fall from where they've been folded across his chest and opens his hands out to Chase, palm up.

"Yeah maybe I need to get over it but maybe you need to be less over it. It's suicide, doing what my father did, and he only did it because I'm his son, not because it was the right thing to do, and being a murderer is not something that sits lightly on my heart, okay? People die. I don't like when they die for or because of me, you need to actually listen to that part."

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "I'm sorry your adopted parents were rich shits." That, at least, he's pretty damned familiar with.