[It's cold, but despite his general dislike of lower temperatures he can't even complain about the breeze. The sound is soothing, and he lets out a slow breath as they wind their way down the path.]

Someone can be odd and wonderful at the same time.

[Not that he's, like, blaming Octavian for that, necessarily. He was probably a regular reclusive nerd in life, but years and years of being unable to emote because you have to will your spirit to stay together probably messes with you.

He raises his eyebrows at that last thing, though.]

But hopefully that's not necessary.

[said with some? concern? partly disguised as exasperated humor. Speaking of things ghosts generally can't do—]

Ah, that reminds me. Did you happen to get your long-awaited nap with the rest of us?

[... He brought it up without thinking. It's what the facade would do, a natural link in the conversation, bringing up the topic of their chat from before. The automatic thought process that goes along with it didn't stop to consider the fact that that way lies Problems.

Hm. Well, too late now.]