[ quite frankly, charles sort of feels like someone whacked him with his own cricket bat, and the feeling does nothing to help sort out what the absolute fuck is going on with him, or his feelings, or anything else — but then it's a good thing he's an expert at suppressing his own reactions and burying them under a smile.
and his smile is pretty damn convincing. ]
Yeah, [ he says, then, and the smile reaches his eyes and all. ] Not the worst outcome, at all.
[ he bites the inside of his cheek, then, before blurting out on instinct and nothing else, ] You know, people don't usually... see me. Us. Ghosts, I mean. It's something this place does, grants everyone the ability, or makes me visible, don't know the specifics. So — she might... be one. You won't know until you die. And even if she's not, you could, um, ask Death when she comes, if she couldn't send you to the same afterlife. I've never met her, but, from what I've heard, Death's a good one. Might even listen.
scott just wants to mourn his dead gf and this asshole here having a whole bisexual crisis
and his smile is pretty damn convincing. ]
Yeah, [ he says, then, and the smile reaches his eyes and all. ] Not the worst outcome, at all.
[ he bites the inside of his cheek, then, before blurting out on instinct and nothing else, ] You know, people don't usually... see me. Us. Ghosts, I mean. It's something this place does, grants everyone the ability, or makes me visible, don't know the specifics. So — she might... be one. You won't know until you die. And even if she's not, you could, um, ask Death when she comes, if she couldn't send you to the same afterlife. I've never met her, but, from what I've heard, Death's a good one. Might even listen.