I dunno, you might not say that if you knew me when I was alive. I was pretty miserable to be around the last few years.
[He'll return it in kind. Because his death is a simple fact, and tiptoeing around it isn't doing anyone any favours. He doesn't need to be treated like he's delicate or traumatized or or like it's something taboo to mention. He died back home, and somehow is alive here, and that's all they have to know. To be honest, it's more comfortable to be able to say it and joke about it without anyone getting depressed or affirming that they'd find a way to get him home or some other stupid nonsense.
As the conversation takes a moment to dip towards something more real, he nods.]
...Yeah. I'll remember that. And try not to freak again like I did last time. [Maybe freak was too strong of a word for his reaction, but he'd sure had a moment of near-panic and not knowing what to do, having that sudden mental clash of opposing worldviews. And he's sure they would even accept a vague explanation. Something as simple as 'I'm terrified of going feral here, because something like that's already happened to me before, and I couldn't stop it.' But even now, the words feel too heavy, too real, especially with Fie already turning up towards him to be an absolute shit.
A scowl, and he pulls his hands out from behind his head, lightly shoving her upturned shoulder, as though to knock her back onto the grass.]
Don't be stupid. If I didn't like you and Louis, I wouldn't hang out with you guys. You're not that pushy.
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[He'll return it in kind. Because his death is a simple fact, and tiptoeing around it isn't doing anyone any favours. He doesn't need to be treated like he's delicate or traumatized or or like it's something taboo to mention. He died back home, and somehow is alive here, and that's all they have to know. To be honest, it's more comfortable to be able to say it and joke about it without anyone getting depressed or affirming that they'd find a way to get him home or some other stupid nonsense.
As the conversation takes a moment to dip towards something more real, he nods.]
...Yeah. I'll remember that. And try not to freak again like I did last time. [Maybe freak was too strong of a word for his reaction, but he'd sure had a moment of near-panic and not knowing what to do, having that sudden mental clash of opposing worldviews. And he's sure they would even accept a vague explanation. Something as simple as 'I'm terrified of going feral here, because something like that's already happened to me before, and I couldn't stop it.' But even now, the words feel too heavy, too real, especially with Fie already turning up towards him to be an absolute shit.
A scowl, and he pulls his hands out from behind his head, lightly shoving her upturned shoulder, as though to knock her back onto the grass.]
Don't be stupid. If I didn't like you and Louis, I wouldn't hang out with you guys. You're not that pushy.