A fair argument. We can put that idea to the side for now. [for now.

he taps an idle rhythm into pal's skin, near the bumps of his spine, like see? i am here. maybe a reminder pal is here too, for him, but that's another matter. no ghost rooms here, just rooms with ghosts, some welcome and some very much not.

pal's lucky he introduced him to grandpa ghost first or this whole experience would have put him off ghosts entirely.

he presses a kiss to the top of pal's head and says,] I love you too, and yes, that does seem to be the intent. Frankly I think your mind or whatever force in the Trench twists these scenarios has eh... has a 'thing' for throwing old words, especially yours, back at you.

[recklessly ahead, remina. he sighs softly.] You are obviously not a hypocrite, by and by.