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Shifting in place to glance over at him. A warm smile formed on the otherwise deathly cold visage. He doesn't mean to scare him.
โ €
His heart races, pounds loud
in his ears. Eyes dart around,
and he sighs softly. Itโ€™s fine.
Donโ€™t start crying, Miles.

โ€œ I shouldnโ€™t let this get to me. โ€
โ €
Lifting a hand up before lowering it, stuffing it into the pocket of his coat. His apparition shimmered from the brief ray of sunlight.

He turned to face the bookshelf, glancing at each and every case files. How very interesting. . . All of them seemingly organized.

He dared not speak.
Lifting a hand up before lowering it, stuffing it into the pocket of his coat. His apparition shimmered from the brief ray of sunlight.

He turned to face the bookshelf, glancing at each and every case files. How very interesting. . . All of them seemingly organized.

He dared not speak.
โ €
and stop worrying about a-
silly . . . spirit illusion in the
corner of my office. โ€

And yet - said โ€˜illusionโ€™ still
protrudes nearby and Miles
still tries not to acknowledge
their presence. It scares him.

โ€œ Ah. Ghosts arenโ€™t real. โ€
โ €
Squinting his eyes at him. Only to push up his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. Guess he'll just read until Miles calms down enough.

( hm. )

A barely audible yet haunting whisper. He's worried.
โ €
Without realizing, time does
seem to slow as both eyes . .
remain covered. Calm down,
it isnโ€™t that serious. Breathe.

โ€œ You need more rest, Miles.
It has been a long day. โ€

Talking to himself. .
โ €
Please don't be afraid. He is incapable of being scary towards his own son.