[Her concern (?) would actually be pretty touching, if he got around to properly notice it. (Not a thing he really gets very often, lets be real.) But he mostly spends his attention on being sure he's got full control over his faculties again. As scares go, it's a pretty harmless one in the end. But something about it left a bad taste in his mouth and an agitated thing sitting in his chest, anyway. (Maybe the whole feeling hit a little too close to a mess of damaged and foggy memory still sitting too-recent at the back of his head.)
Mostly, he tries not to think about it.]
Dead Walk. [Corrected while he picks back up on the answer. Right, that's it, he was going ghosthunting. He lets her pull him along while he gets his bearings because his sense of direction's shot, and getting out of Dodge to regroup is a pretty safe fallback when things get hairy. Still, he twists in her grasp to get a look out at the general vicinity of the forest behind them, favoring one leg because he feels a little like he busted a knee on steel plate. Okay, catching up, here.]
That also why I feel like I ran into a freight train?
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Mostly, he tries not to think about it.]
Dead Walk. [Corrected while he picks back up on the answer. Right, that's it, he was going ghosthunting. He lets her pull him along while he gets his bearings because his sense of direction's shot, and getting out of Dodge to regroup is a pretty safe fallback when things get hairy. Still, he twists in her grasp to get a look out at the general vicinity of the forest behind them, favoring one leg because he feels a little like he busted a knee on steel plate. Okay, catching up, here.]
That also why I feel like I ran into a freight train?
[No Jason, that was just her.]