Foolhardy, reckless, stubborn minds think alike, right?

He’s hoping she’s gathered that from the fact that he’s marginally more handsome in a unique, dashing, yet roguish way — and not just the costume he’s wearing.

“I think so. Death smiles nicer than this.” He’s groaning and grunting with the smallest of movements. It’s going to take two weeks of hot showers to get rid of the dumpster stench.

Huh. Speaking of ghosts.

Halloween is the worst. Vampires, werewolves, undead, and ghosts. Who needs ‘em?

Only one way to find out.

Anyone will suffice, usually. But... Maya is more than just anyone. So, c’mon. This jaw ain’t gonna punch itself.

He’s unflinching. In fact, there’s a hint of eagerness glinting in his eyes. Eagerness that quickly dissipates to muted disappointment as no impact is made. That disappointment, however, is quickly washed away. “It’s good to see you again," he whispered into her touch.

He’s keen to relish in her touch, like a puppy starved of attention. “I knew you’d be back. No one can resist my boyish charm and rugged good looks.” A grin cracked across his lips. “I, ah... I sorted LA out, after what... Happened. Sorry. Never got chance to apologise.”

“Is that an incentive to continue? It feels like it is.” Any excuse to be given a bruise or two. He let out a small huff, bringing his bandaged hand up to lightly clasp the back of hers. “Doesn’t mean I’m not sorry. I know how it feels to die. It’s... Pretty shitty.”

“That’s just my natural face. That explains why so many people try and hit me, though...” His smile is tainted with a morbid amusement, though not at their shared misfortune. “Guess that’s something else we’ve got in common, huh? Death never bothered me anyway.”

“Never seen a punching bag with a jaw this good, but carry on.” His arm snaked down to her side, hand warily resting above her hip. He didn’t want to overstep. “We should get a hot dog and talk about death sometime. Have a catch up. Plenty happened since LA.”

“Tsch. You love it.” A reminiscent smile spread over his lips, quietly amused. “Made of deliciousness, Maya. Pure deliciousness. I’m surprised you’re not turning your nose up at ‘em for once.” His arm linked around hers, secure and snug. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

“You should be even more eager when you smell ‘em. God, they’re so good. Mmmf.” He was sure to make eye contact as he spoke, enabling her to hear in her own way. “So...” He mumbled after conversation had died down. “How are you? Really, I mean. After... What happened.”

He’s not particularly proud of himself.

He’s had less productive days, he supposes.