"...kind of never really thought about it it's been like that since always. From my perspective." Man Jeremy died longer ago than Jake was born, what the fuck.

"The world has changed a lot since I left it."

"Yeah. It has."

Hug?

Hug!

Honestly Jake thinks Jeremy's problem is that he thinks too much. It's never a good idea, thinking.

Unhug.

"Does the fact that I was born almost fifty years ago really not weird you out?  It would be okay if it did; I don't think that really changes anything."

"A bit? But like—you don't sound like a fifty-year-old, you don't act like one, so—not really."

"If you say so.  ...I'm older than my parents were when they died—when I killed them.  Which is weird."

"Yeah, I imagine it's gotta be."

Jake's phone vibrates.

He looks at it, unlocks it to read the notification, snorts, and replies to it. "House owners are asking for more money than my assistant thinks it's worth, I'm telling him to just indulge them."

"...Samsung," he puzzles.

"...what about it?"

"It's not that I'd never met a rich person...  Just, my standards for that are—maybe as different from you as they were from me, or something."

"Oh. Yeah. There's rich and then there's rich. I don't usually like—indulging, showing off, whatever, but—at this point I'm just doing whatever I want and you're my pet ghost so you gotta deal with it."

"I can do that."

"So... What do you wanna do today?"

"...I—want to know whether you're going to have me do the truth spell again tonight."

"...given how much you seem to dislike it right now, probably not?"

"Thank you."

"I wonder if it'd be fun for you to use the spell on me, it looked fun when you were doing it."

"Wh—we can't do that."

"Why not?"