. * & andrew ♡

  <sup>jonathan’s hands go to his head and andrew stumbles back. he didn’t mean to scare him ! in fact, an apology is already burning on his tongue, seconds away from tumbling out, though fades short of the first syllable - he can’t show up NOW, not after… whatever that was.

but when his hand grips the frame of the half-open closet & he slips in with ease, giving him a short moment to think, he peeks around the door when courage blooms enough to mutter a small answer  (  he does deserve one  ) .</sup>

                                          ^{❝ …n-no. ❞}

  ^{it echoes off the walls and startles andrew more than the situation itself  ;  where his hand rests the door rattles, and he wonders when the last time he even though about SPEAKING was. briefly he begins rustling some of his belongings around. maybe they have a notebook somewhere, a dry erase board, anything !  (  his cellphone more than likely rests in an evidence bag in town, if it hasn’t been destroyed that is, and he knows they don’t keep service on for dead kids - not that he’d need it, anyway, but with the chance to speak to someone… he feels lost without it  )  —  but it’s mostly clothes. needless to say, he’s out of luck. hah.}

  ^{pressing his forehead against the door, andrew lets out an inaudible sigh and watches jonathan from between the crack. there’s a cocktail of mixed emotions, mainly alarm & curiosity, that keeps him here instead of DISAPPEARING like he could, if only for a little while, and he tilts his head as he looks him over. what was that pain about ? he could feel it like KNIVES.}

                             ^{❝ s-sor… sorry ab-about the - the - the noise. ❞}

^{It’s not the fact that the ghost is still invisible that alarms him, but how surprisingly SWEET the voice itself sounds. There have been spirits in the past that hadn’t wanted to bring harm to him, they were simply sick of being lonely, but it’s been quite a while since that type of ghost last came around.}

^{He’s sure he should probably take caution - just as always - seeing how there have been other ghosts that started off as seemingly innocent, only to attack him when he least expects it. Which is why he rises from the bed, once more, eyes glued to the now shaking closet door.} 

^{This ghost is all kinds of odd. The voice still echoes around him, as always, but he doesn’t hear the usual sounds of distress the ghost will bestow upon him. There are no sad moans or angry growling or evil cackling, there’s no more pain ( aside from his still pounding head ) which must mean the ghost isn’t trying to attack him at the moment.} 

^{He doesn’t know what it means, exactly, but he’s actually hoping for the best.}

 ^{❝ it’s- it’s alright. my job never ends, I should just accept it, you know? I’ll be seeing you guys forever. ❞}

^{As he kneels down on the carpeted floor, starting to put his belongings back into the box neatly, he looks to the closet again. For the first time EVER, he actually wishes he could see the ghost. All the other ghosts he run into are so eager to show themselves, so eager to insert fear into him. That’s gotta mean something.}

       ^{❝ — so you died here, I’m guessing? Do you… need HELP, or something, what do you want? ❞}