[ so. this is a unique situation rafe finds himself in.
he likes kasey. he likes kasey a lot. honestly, what is there not to like? she's gorgeous and smart and warm. it stands to reason other people would see what he does. he doesn't like using the word rival to describe any of them, as that kind of makes it seem like he's fighting with someone over something and kasey is most definitely not a something. she is a person. a beautiful person who happens to have abilities unlike anyone else he's met. a person who is best friends with a ghost.
a ghost who is in love with her. and from what he has been able to gauge, kasey's heart is tangled in this person, too.
which. okay. it sucks but he can deal. she's free to like whoever she likes. liking someone doesn't mean they're obligated to like you back. still, they've been spending more time together. rafe's a dumbass who promised he'd help her investigate sean's death, along with learning more about him in general. he doesn't think either one of them actually want him to cross over, but they need to get to the bottom of things anyhow. sean's murderer is out there, and they deserve to be brought to justice.
rafe's not an asshole. he sees the importance in this.
which is why he eventually stumbles on a clue, and this clue has them driving out to a town six hours away. he'll stop at a diner midway so they can stretch their legs and get some dinner. the diner is - something, and the town is in the middle of nowhere. ] I feel like I'm stepping into a Tarantino film.
[kasey is used to connecting to the dead, to ghosts really. she's had more friends who were ghosts than who were living, which is really creepy to tell anyone about but it's been a part of her life before he knew what ghosts were. so her heart got all tangled with someone who is already dead, who is her best friend.
the thing she is not used to? connecting to people who are alive, breathing. sarah was her only friend before she met rafe, she's her other best friend.
so all of this with rafe, it's new, and she doesn't really know what to do about it but his help has meant so much to her. she knows she doesn't want sean to go, no, but she also knows this living in-between is no living at all. she knows what she is meant to do, she knows what is supposed to happen, and sean deserves peace, which starts at solving the mystery of his murder.
kasey bites down on her lip with a small laugh as they step into the diner.] If blood starts to splatter on the walls and people start saying Fuck a lot, you'll know we've stepped into that one.
[she grimaces at herself (fail much at social interaction here, kasey?!)] That was dark.
[ rafe doesn't think it's creepy. okay, so there are some things about ghosts and the paranormal that he'll find a little creepy, but he doesn't think her connection to the spirit world is one of those things. if anything, it's helped him understand more in a way he wouldn't have otherwise.
sometimes he wonders if she'd be able to see his dad. if he'd want her to, selfishly, or would rather he be at peace.
he doesn't entertain the thoughts often.
rafe opens the door for them, smirking lightly at her as she steps on through. he'll keep a vigilant eye on their surroundings, since he wouldn't want to inadvertently bring them somewhere that could bring blood, but he thinks they'll be good. ] You've seen that one, huh?
[ he finds an unoccupied booth and slides into it. ] And hey, I was the one who mentioned Tarantino in the first place. The guy lives for dark. [ there's only so many ways the conversation could've gone, and he thinks it's cute she worries about it anyway. ]
[there are some parts of it kasey still finds creepy even after doing this for so long, but the spirits themselves are usually not. they're lost. they've died, and she knows what that is like even if she came back.
if his dad is out there, she'd want to see him. most people die and they don't linger too long in the in-between but if they have something to share, have something they're holding on to- it's different.
kasey smirks back at him, following him into the diner. she thinks they'll be okay too even if... there are definitely some creepy vibes here. one of the lights are flickering but she doesn't feel any ghostly presence here.] Yeah. I've seen them all. Probably when I was too young too.
[she slides into her booth across from him, lifting up the menu with a tiny smirk before she bites down on her lip a bit] It does seem to be a passion of his, and I... get how you got those vibes from this place. A little eerie, huh?
Just a little. If you want to get out of here just say the word.
[ he'd never want her to feel uncomfortable, and there's gotta be somewhere else they can stop for good eventually. it's the first diner-like place he's seen in over a couple of hours, and he's wondering what kind of life sean led before he found kasey. it's the first time he's starting to really think of sean as sean.
someone with a past and a family and a life. it's weird, but maybe he kind of needs it to be weird.
propping his elbows against the table, he leans forward slightly with that ever present smirk that tugs into a smile. ] Maybe they're just getting into the Halloween spirit.
That philly steak, though? [ he's pointing to the tray a server is carrying as he walks past them. ] Looks amazing.
I think I'm good and also really hungry, but thank you for the offer. Kinda used to eerie.
[and also creepy. neither really make her uncomfortable unless they're pumped up a few notches. she picks up the menu, scanning through it a little.
it does weigh on her to think about what sean might have gone through before, what his last moments were like. he could only remember bits and pieces. sometimes that happens especially when a death is really traumatic. and murder would... do that.
kasey laughs, glancing up at him] Maybe. We should give them a trophy. In the middle of nowhere. Flickering lights. Nearly empty. Tarantino-like vibe. A+.
[she glances at the philly steak as it walks past them.] ...It really does though. I'm too hungry to be creeped out.
[ it's not that he forgets about it, it's just that it's hardly the only thing about kasey that makes her kasey - even if it's obviously had a profound effect on her life. but it's a comforting reminder, nonetheless. if anything was off, she'd be able to sense it. and rafe has enough street smarts and intuition he'd pick up on a few things himself.
for now, it just looks like a diner that's mostly been left forgotten and without much care.
he laughs quietly at her agreement, handing her one of the menus. he lingers a bit on her, before he forces himself to actually look at the specials. their reasons for sleuthing are not ... happy ones, but he's happy to be here with her nonetheless. and shh, an opportunity to learn more about her. ]
I didn't know you were a fan. Are you into gory movies and stuff?
[kasey smiles softly at his simple response like it's something that he can not think about so easily. she doesn't really blame people when that's all their able to see. ...not that many people know about it.
she looks over at him when he laughs. he has a very nice laugh, and then her gaze drifts down to the menu in front of her slowly, taking in a breath and then releasing it again. she smirks at the question]
Completely. I love all kinds of scary movies including the really cheesy ones that look totally fake.
[ he grins easily, ducking his head some to ~look~ at the menu even if everyone knows he is totally ordering that philly cheese steak. something he and noah have in common is most definitely their appetite, particularly their appreciation for good meat. ]
I'm kinda the same way. I actually like them even better the faker they look.
[ and he sorta loves that she's the same. ] Give me a horrible B movie and I'm good to go. We sometimes marathon them toward the end of the month. [ 'cause halloween. ] You should join us this year.
[ sry to inform you kasey you most definitely have living friends now. ]
[kasey smiles at the sight of the grin on his face as he ducks his head like that. she glances down at the menu though she does not have as big of an appetite as either boys do. she's thinking the grilled cheese and tomato soup sounds delicious though. cheese is good]
See? They're just hilarious that way so you can enjoy how bad it is.
[and it just makes all the blood seem fake, and she loves it.] Seriously? Yeah, I'd totally be up for that. [it's said softly with an almost amazed tone in her voice because
yes, living friends. that is. a new thing. but she's trying to not act like it is as new as it... is.]
but then he's big on food in general. his mom's food is his favorite kind of food - he'll do anything for one of her tamales, basically - but he loves eating and he loves cooking. it's more than the food itself. it's just also a way for people to come together. he never has a conversation with someone quite like he does when they're sitting down at a table.
just like this.
maybe it's why he catches some of that amazement in her tone. it makes him tip his head curiously, expression softening along with his voice. ]
[kasey lifts her head up slowly when he asks, and her mouth parts slightly like she didn't expect him to ask or notice really. she hardly noticed it herself but... she releases a breath as her gaze meets his in all its softness]
When you're ghost girl, it's... hard to connect to the living.
[when she was younger, she was just known as being crazy girl, because people thought she was so that... separated them even more. now that she can recognize the difference, see the differences, it helps her to keep her head on straight. ish]
Sarah was my first friend. You... were my second. Y'know... living.
[ he doesn't know what it must've been like. to have this ability to see what no one else can from a young age, and not even realizing there was a difference between worlds. to have people question your own sanity because of it. how isolating and scary the experiences were probably like, at least as a child.
rafe smiles slightly at the announcement he's her second friend, even if there's a tiny ache at the qualifier. ]
Well. I'm honored to be your second living friend, and for what it's worth, there's no difficulty at all.
[kasey bites down on her lip at what he says, and the smile tugs slowly across her face as she meets his gaze, nodding, because it means a lot to her. she plays with the straw in between her fingertips but she very much means the words she's about to say.]
I'm honored too. You're a really good person to have in your life.
[so she is very grateful that he is in hers, that sarah is in hers too, and neither of them have seemed to find it difficult. granted, some of it, it's just her, putting up these walls inside of herself, keeping her distance, never being certain if she feels she fits more in the living or on the other side. most of the time, it's neither.]
Thank you again for... helping so much with all of this.
[ rafe ducks his head a bit once more, the warmth filling him no sooner she's said the words. he'd want to be that for her. he'd want his friendship - as he'd never demand more, certainly not when he already knows her life is so complicated - to be something positive, something stabilizing the way hers is for him.
it's when she thanks him that his chest aches. he'd like to think he would be helping her anyway, outside of what he feels for her and the friendship they have. more so now that he understands the urgency she needs this with. he could never turn away from it, from her. ]
You're welcome. Thank you for trusting me with it. I know ... how important it is to you.
[kasey smiles at rafe when he ducks his head like that. she can see all the warmth inside of him. he's one of the warmest people she has ever met. she has a lot of urgency when it comes to this, because sean deserves to have the option to move on. how ever much they may care about each other, it doesn't change how terrible it must be stuck in the in between with no one else who can see or hear or touch him.]
It is. I've known Sean a really long time, and he deserves to have justice, to have some kind of peace.
I just never really had the resources before. [and she was reluctant to do so what with his being her best friend. her only friend.
maybe gaining living friends serves as a reminder to her she can't... selfishly hold on. she's not actually dead.]
for one, because the narration is handwaving their ordering food, so the server has come with their orders and they can start digging in shortly. rafe'schoice looks every bit as horrifyingly good and greasy as one can imagine. it says something he's only half-paying attention to the food, though. his chin resting on the heel of his hand, he watches her for some time, almost like he's trying to gauge her reaction to sean getting that peace.
it means she'd have to say goodbye for good. ]
And he doesn't remember anything about what happened that night? [ or about what they're looking for in general.
rafe doesn't want to discredit him - but he also knows that it's been a long time now. maybe he doesn't want to go. ]
[kasey smirks at the sight of rafe's choice heading over. it's a fond smirk since she really doesn't know anyone that can eat like rafe and noah can. it's kind of impressive.
her own food is brought over too, and it looks appropriately cheesy. she reaches for her spoon but she doesn't quite dig in yet, feeling his gaze on her like he's trying to figure out how she might feel about it, like he might have some idea of just how tangled her heart is in this mess of in betweens]
No. He never really has and I met him shortly after it happened, but that's... pretty normal with most for really traumatic deaths. If we find clues, pieces, we might... be able to trigger some more of his memory about it.
[but she wouldn't be surprised if sean was scared too. the in between is what he has known for some time now]
ahem. rafe eventually picks up one of the cut squares of his sandwich, digging into it the way one would expect him to. sort of. it's kasey so he's trying to be a little more restrained. usually, he scarfs the food down like it's going to disappear. noah is the one most accustomed to this way of eating of his aslkfa. he brings his thumb to his mouth, drawing into his mouth some of the sauce that trickled out of the sandwich, but he listens, too. ]
Yeah, I can imagine. It must be rough. Doesn't help that he doesn't seem to have a whole lot of family.
[ finding this one contact proved difficult enough. it hasn't given him a picture of who this guy is and where he came from. he's wondering if there will be pictures at the house, to at least have a face to attach to the name. ]
[LMFAO this ends up being funny since they're texting rn but no she will be seriously impressed by teresa and her love of food
she picks up her spoon and digs into the tomato soup first but eventually she just picks up the sammich and dips it into the soup itself, taking bites out of it that way. she only ordered the tomato soup in an attempt to get vegetables inside of her. really she just wanted the cheese. ...she stares at him a bit when his thumb goes to his mouth cause yes that is a thing. happening. over there]
No, I don't think he was ever close to many people before...
[and maybe that is part of the reason, he fell so hard for her because she was the first person to treat him with any kind of kindness or warmth, which he should have experienced a long time ago]
So without those connections, it's hard to track anything down. Add to that how long it's been and... yeah.
[ rafe thinks it's cute the way she dips the sammich into the soup. he watches her with a tiny, fond smirk for a moment, before he focuses on his philly cheese steak. it's amazing, btw. he doesn't know what it is sometimes but the most weird looking places often give the best kind of food. ]
So... in a way it's like his memories experienced some sort of atrophy.
[ he nods, because he gets it now a bit more.
at the same time, he can't help but wonder how it works. does kasey ever really have a moment to herself? is sean around somewhere, looking in on their conversation? would kasey be able to know each and every time that he is? rafe's doing this because he cares about kasey, but also, because he knows that it's important. at the same time, he keeps double guessing himself. he'd like to think his readiness to help kasey comes from a good place. ]
I'm sorry, Kasey. I know this must be hard for you, and also him.
[it's mostly the sammich she wants so she's like this is delicious. but this diner is definitely proof that even if something appears to be weird or creepy. there's more to it than meets the eye like many weird and creepy things.]
Something like that, yeah.
[there's a soft smile at his understanding.
sometimes it doesn't really feel like she has a moment to herself, and it's not just sean but... any of the ghosts. she's learned how to block them out of certain rooms for certain amounts of time but at first, they could be anywhere at any time. and if a particularly powerful spirit happens along, well her attempts to block them failed. spectacularly. she takes another bite of her sammich, looking over at him with a soft smile at his understanding]
Thank you. ...for saying so, for trying to understand when it's weird and- Yeah. [she laughs a little bit though it's a soft thing] It's hard, but I also know it's... what needs to be done.
[ he's only just starting to understand how hard it must be for her.
how it's all the time and she has to concertedly block it out just to be able to get on with her day to day life. is it any wonder she's struggled to know where she belongs, with the living or the dead? it's hard to toe the line and find yourself thrust in both worlds. impulsively, rafe reaches out, his hand lifting to settle on top of hers. it's something about the softness in her smile, or just how she laughs even if he knows there's nothing amusing about it. ]
It's the least I can do. I'm just sorry that it's hard.
[ he wishes it wasn't, but it's precisely because of how difficult it sounds he has to ask, even if a part of him doesn't want to. ]
Are you sure? [ he's never heard of anyone successfully bringing someone back from the dead, but. he also wants to be sure it's something she won't regret. ]
[it's hard to describe to another person, and it's been this way for her for such a long time.
she's used to it. she's used to waking up in the middle of the night with a ghost over her bed or stepping into school to find someone crying for help right then, right there. kasey looks over at his hand as it settles over her own, and she lifts her gaze to meet his before she swallows a bit thickly, turning her hand in his
locking their fingers together.]
Yeah, I'm sure. The in-between isn't any place to have to be. He's been the same age ever since I've met him, and I've... gotten older. My life keeps changing, and he has to be static. It's not fair.
[it's not fair to hold on just because it's hard, just because she cares about him, and she knows sean doesn't want to go, but- what comes after is so much peace.]
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he likes kasey. he likes kasey a lot. honestly, what is there not to like? she's gorgeous and smart and warm. it stands to reason other people would see what he does. he doesn't like using the word rival to describe any of them, as that kind of makes it seem like he's fighting with someone over something and kasey is most definitely not a something. she is a person. a beautiful person who happens to have abilities unlike anyone else he's met. a person who is best friends with a ghost.
a ghost who is in love with her. and from what he has been able to gauge, kasey's heart is tangled in this person, too.
which. okay. it sucks but he can deal. she's free to like whoever she likes. liking someone doesn't mean they're obligated to like you back. still, they've been spending more time together. rafe's a dumbass who promised he'd help her investigate sean's death, along with learning more about him in general. he doesn't think either one of them actually want him to cross over, but they need to get to the bottom of things anyhow. sean's murderer is out there, and they deserve to be brought to justice.
rafe's not an asshole. he sees the importance in this.
which is why he eventually stumbles on a clue, and this clue has them driving out to a town six hours away. he'll stop at a diner midway so they can stretch their legs and get some dinner. the diner is - something, and the town is in the middle of nowhere. ] I feel like I'm stepping into a Tarantino film.
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the thing she is not used to? connecting to people who are alive, breathing. sarah was her only friend before she met rafe, she's her other best friend.
so all of this with rafe, it's new, and she doesn't really know what to do about it but his help has meant so much to her. she knows she doesn't want sean to go, no, but she also knows this living in-between is no living at all. she knows what she is meant to do, she knows what is supposed to happen, and sean deserves peace, which starts at solving the mystery of his murder.
kasey bites down on her lip with a small laugh as they step into the diner.] If blood starts to splatter on the walls and people start saying Fuck a lot, you'll know we've stepped into that one.
[she grimaces at herself (fail much at social interaction here, kasey?!)] That was dark.
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sometimes he wonders if she'd be able to see his dad. if he'd want her to, selfishly, or would rather he be at peace.
he doesn't entertain the thoughts often.
rafe opens the door for them, smirking lightly at her as she steps on through. he'll keep a vigilant eye on their surroundings, since he wouldn't want to inadvertently bring them somewhere that could bring blood, but he thinks they'll be good. ] You've seen that one, huh?
[ he finds an unoccupied booth and slides into it. ] And hey, I was the one who mentioned Tarantino in the first place. The guy lives for dark. [ there's only so many ways the conversation could've gone, and he thinks it's cute she worries about it anyway. ]
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if his dad is out there, she'd want to see him. most people die and they don't linger too long in the in-between but if they have something to share, have something they're holding on to- it's different.
kasey smirks back at him, following him into the diner. she thinks they'll be okay too even if... there are definitely some creepy vibes here. one of the lights are flickering but she doesn't feel any ghostly presence here.] Yeah. I've seen them all. Probably when I was too young too.
[she slides into her booth across from him, lifting up the menu with a tiny smirk before she bites down on her lip a bit] It does seem to be a passion of his, and I... get how you got those vibes from this place. A little eerie, huh?
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[ he'd never want her to feel uncomfortable, and there's gotta be somewhere else they can stop for good eventually. it's the first diner-like place he's seen in over a couple of hours, and he's wondering what kind of life sean led before he found kasey. it's the first time he's starting to really think of sean as sean.
someone with a past and a family and a life. it's weird, but maybe he kind of needs it to be weird.
propping his elbows against the table, he leans forward slightly with that ever present smirk that tugs into a smile. ] Maybe they're just getting into the Halloween spirit.
That philly steak, though? [ he's pointing to the tray a server is carrying as he walks past them. ] Looks amazing.
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[and also creepy. neither really make her uncomfortable unless they're pumped up a few notches. she picks up the menu, scanning through it a little.
it does weigh on her to think about what sean might have gone through before, what his last moments were like. he could only remember bits and pieces. sometimes that happens especially when a death is really traumatic. and murder would... do that.
kasey laughs, glancing up at him] Maybe. We should give them a trophy. In the middle of nowhere. Flickering lights. Nearly empty. Tarantino-like vibe. A+.
[she glances at the philly steak as it walks past them.] ...It really does though. I'm too hungry to be creeped out.
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[ it's not that he forgets about it, it's just that it's hardly the only thing about kasey that makes her kasey - even if it's obviously had a profound effect on her life. but it's a comforting reminder, nonetheless. if anything was off, she'd be able to sense it. and rafe has enough street smarts and intuition he'd pick up on a few things himself.
for now, it just looks like a diner that's mostly been left forgotten and without much care.
he laughs quietly at her agreement, handing her one of the menus. he lingers a bit on her, before he forces himself to actually look at the specials. their reasons for sleuthing are not ... happy ones, but he's happy to be here with her nonetheless. and shh, an opportunity to learn more about her. ]
I didn't know you were a fan. Are you into gory movies and stuff?
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she looks over at him when he laughs. he has a very nice laugh, and then her gaze drifts down to the menu in front of her slowly, taking in a breath and then releasing it again. she smirks at the question]
Completely. I love all kinds of scary movies including the really cheesy ones that look totally fake.
Those might be my favorites. What about you?
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I'm kinda the same way. I actually like them even better the faker they look.
[ and he sorta loves that she's the same. ] Give me a horrible B movie and I'm good to go. We sometimes marathon them toward the end of the month. [ 'cause halloween. ] You should join us this year.
[ sry to inform you kasey you most definitely have living friends now. ]
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See? They're just hilarious that way so you can enjoy how bad it is.
[and it just makes all the blood seem fake, and she loves it.] Seriously? Yeah, I'd totally be up for that. [it's said softly with an almost amazed tone in her voice because
yes, living friends. that is. a new thing. but she's trying to not act like it is as new as it... is.]
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but then he's big on food in general. his mom's food is his favorite kind of food - he'll do anything for one of her tamales, basically - but he loves eating and he loves cooking. it's more than the food itself. it's just also a way for people to come together. he never has a conversation with someone quite like he does when they're sitting down at a table.
just like this.
maybe it's why he catches some of that amazement in her tone. it makes him tip his head curiously, expression softening along with his voice. ]
Why the tone of surprise?
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When you're ghost girl, it's... hard to connect to the living.
[when she was younger, she was just known as being crazy girl, because people thought she was so that... separated them even more. now that she can recognize the difference, see the differences, it helps her to keep her head on straight. ish]
Sarah was my first friend. You... were my second. Y'know... living.
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rafe smiles slightly at the announcement he's her second friend, even if there's a tiny ache at the qualifier. ]
Well. I'm honored to be your second living friend, and for what it's worth, there's no difficulty at all.
[ connecting to her or otherwise.
she is officially stuck with them. ]
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I'm honored too. You're a really good person to have in your life.
[so she is very grateful that he is in hers, that sarah is in hers too, and neither of them have seemed to find it difficult. granted, some of it, it's just her, putting up these walls inside of herself, keeping her distance, never being certain if she feels she fits more in the living or on the other side. most of the time, it's neither.]
Thank you again for... helping so much with all of this.
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it's when she thanks him that his chest aches. he'd like to think he would be helping her anyway, outside of what he feels for her and the friendship they have. more so now that he understands the urgency she needs this with. he could never turn away from it, from her. ]
You're welcome. Thank you for trusting me with it. I know ... how important it is to you.
[ how important sean is to her. ]
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It is. I've known Sean a really long time, and he deserves to have justice, to have some kind of peace.
I just never really had the resources before. [and she was reluctant to do so what with his being her best friend. her only friend.
maybe gaining living friends serves as a reminder to her she can't... selfishly hold on. she's not actually dead.]
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for one, because the narration is handwaving their ordering food, so the server has come with their orders and they can start digging in shortly. rafe's choice looks every bit as horrifyingly good and greasy as one can imagine. it says something he's only half-paying attention to the food, though. his chin resting on the heel of his hand, he watches her for some time, almost like he's trying to gauge her reaction to sean getting that peace.
it means she'd have to say goodbye for good. ]
And he doesn't remember anything about what happened that night? [ or about what they're looking for in general.
rafe doesn't want to discredit him - but he also knows that it's been a long time now. maybe he doesn't want to go. ]
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her own food is brought over too, and it looks appropriately cheesy. she reaches for her spoon but she doesn't quite dig in yet, feeling his gaze on her like he's trying to figure out how she might feel about it, like he might have some idea of just how tangled her heart is in this mess of in betweens]
No. He never really has and I met him shortly after it happened, but that's... pretty normal with most for really traumatic deaths. If we find clues, pieces, we might... be able to trigger some more of his memory about it.
[but she wouldn't be surprised if sean was scared too. the in between is what he has known for some time now]
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ahem. rafe eventually picks up one of the cut squares of his sandwich, digging into it the way one would expect him to. sort of. it's kasey so he's trying to be a little more restrained. usually, he scarfs the food down like it's going to disappear. noah is the one most accustomed to this way of eating of his aslkfa. he brings his thumb to his mouth, drawing into his mouth some of the sauce that trickled out of the sandwich, but he listens, too. ]
Yeah, I can imagine. It must be rough. Doesn't help that he doesn't seem to have a whole lot of family.
[ finding this one contact proved difficult enough. it hasn't given him a picture of who this guy is and where he came from. he's wondering if there will be pictures at the house, to at least have a face to attach to the name. ]
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she picks up her spoon and digs into the tomato soup first but eventually she just picks up the sammich and dips it into the soup itself, taking bites out of it that way. she only ordered the tomato soup in an attempt to get vegetables inside of her. really she just wanted the cheese. ...she stares at him a bit when his thumb goes to his mouth cause yes that is a thing. happening. over there]
No, I don't think he was ever close to many people before...
[and maybe that is part of the reason, he fell so hard for her because she was the first person to treat him with any kind of kindness or warmth, which he should have experienced a long time ago]
So without those connections, it's hard to track anything down. Add to that how long it's been and... yeah.
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So... in a way it's like his memories experienced some sort of atrophy.
[ he nods, because he gets it now a bit more.
at the same time, he can't help but wonder how it works. does kasey ever really have a moment to herself? is sean around somewhere, looking in on their conversation? would kasey be able to know each and every time that he is? rafe's doing this because he cares about kasey, but also, because he knows that it's important. at the same time, he keeps double guessing himself. he'd like to think his readiness to help kasey comes from a good place. ]
I'm sorry, Kasey. I know this must be hard for you, and also him.
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Something like that, yeah.
[there's a soft smile at his understanding.
sometimes it doesn't really feel like she has a moment to herself, and it's not just sean but... any of the ghosts. she's learned how to block them out of certain rooms for certain amounts of time but at first, they could be anywhere at any time. and if a particularly powerful spirit happens along, well her attempts to block them failed. spectacularly. she takes another bite of her sammich, looking over at him with a soft smile at his understanding]
Thank you. ...for saying so, for trying to understand when it's weird and- Yeah. [she laughs a little bit though it's a soft thing] It's hard, but I also know it's... what needs to be done.
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how it's all the time and she has to concertedly block it out just to be able to get on with her day to day life. is it any wonder she's struggled to know where she belongs, with the living or the dead? it's hard to toe the line and find yourself thrust in both worlds. impulsively, rafe reaches out, his hand lifting to settle on top of hers. it's something about the softness in her smile, or just how she laughs even if he knows there's nothing amusing about it. ]
It's the least I can do. I'm just sorry that it's hard.
[ he wishes it wasn't, but it's precisely because of how difficult it sounds he has to ask, even if a part of him doesn't want to. ]
Are you sure? [ he's never heard of anyone successfully bringing someone back from the dead, but. he also wants to be sure it's something she won't regret. ]
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she's used to it. she's used to waking up in the middle of the night with a ghost over her bed or stepping into school to find someone crying for help right then, right there. kasey looks over at his hand as it settles over her own, and she lifts her gaze to meet his before she swallows a bit thickly, turning her hand in his
locking their fingers together.]
Yeah, I'm sure. The in-between isn't any place to have to be. He's been the same age ever since I've met him, and I've... gotten older. My life keeps changing, and he has to be static. It's not fair.
[it's not fair to hold on just because it's hard, just because she cares about him, and she knows sean doesn't want to go, but- what comes after is so much peace.]
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