That gets both eyebrows raised. Nobody, but nobody, does disappointment like a boomer. Daniel blinks twice at him, clear signalling that he thinks that's bullshit, actually. "Okay," is what he actually says, a long tick of a silence that he's just gonna let Matt fill. Or not fill. Watching the nervous fidget of his fingers, where his gaze slides. He can ask again about ghosts, or make excuses, or tell the truth, but Daniel's giving him the rope to hang himself.