"Thank you," he says while trying so hard not to choke up again. "That's... that what I really need." They're in this together, even when playing their own separate parts. Her acknowledgement of that out loud puts some deep and buried anxiety inside of him to rest.

He sits down beside her on the couch, his ghostly form somehow not sinking through it. Encouraged by that, he shifts closer, seeing if he can lean over and lay in her lap the way he'd just been doing.

"You have such a pretty voice. Will you hum some more for me?"