The worst part of this is it suddenly feels like losing Ben a second time. Much less brutal than the first, maybe, but a kind of loss all the same. Or a confirmation on the already existing assumption, at least. Still, he hates it and the accompanying overwhelming feeling of it all.
He hears Ben talking, and it's like ice shooting down his spine. Not a ghost thing, really, just an emotional kneejerk reaction to hearing the voice of your dead-dead-dead brother speak suddenly after somewhere in the ballpark of a year of not managing to get his attention even when you tried.
"Yeah..." His voice breaks halfway through that single-worded answer, not quite up to talking, but unable to refuse Ben anything any more now than he could have when they were kids. He slowly lowers his hands, but only to loop them around his knees, which stay firmly in place against his chest as he stares up at the very in-tact specter in front of him. "You guys aren't usually so... whole, though." That's kind of weird, isn't it?
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He hears Ben talking, and it's like ice shooting down his spine. Not a ghost thing, really, just an emotional kneejerk reaction to hearing the voice of your dead-dead-dead brother speak suddenly after somewhere in the ballpark of a year of not managing to get his attention even when you tried.
"Yeah..." His voice breaks halfway through that single-worded answer, not quite up to talking, but unable to refuse Ben anything any more now than he could have when they were kids. He slowly lowers his hands, but only to loop them around his knees, which stay firmly in place against his chest as he stares up at the very in-tact specter in front of him. "You guys aren't usually so... whole, though." That's kind of weird, isn't it?