Where once there was just a shirt, now, there was a person. An invisible person only made visible by the clothes they were wearing around their frame. James felt like whatever reaction in him was inclined to be shocked was overworked. He only continued to stare at the figure before him.
So this was Oliver now.
He didn’t know what to do with that. Or himself.
James shifted so he was sitting on his bottom instead of his knees, and found a tree beside the corpse to lean against. Though fear kept his nerves on edge, and his heart was still racing, he couldn’t ignore the pain. He wanted to stop moving. Hell, he wanted to stop thinking, but whatever was happening he would have to face now or later.
“I suppose I should bury your body at some point,” he said, looking at the clothed ghost. “You deserve to be put to rest. Respectfully. Not like... whatever this is.”
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