[ oh, the rage is very much still there — even when he wishes it wasn't, wishes it so much he's willing to keep it behind a closed door bolted carefully shut at nearly all times. he has never once seen it as a good thing... and yet, he can't deny that there's something there that all ghosts seem to have, more than simply the unfinished business; an anger over an injustice, over something left undone, over their treatment at the hands of someone else, or the world at large.

he nods, then, like this is a totally normal conversation to be having. ]

Well... you've probably got it all handled, but for what it's worth — you ever need help defending yourself, or anything, let me know, won't you?

[ then, with a glance at the photograph once more, ] Think I could draw you guys? I mean, you and your brother. I'll give it to you when it's done. I'm not, like, great or anything, but... [ but. he hopes the thought comes through, if nothing else. ]