( its head moves like a crows, turning left and right , watching the movement of nico's hand , confused. ) ghost sleep with nico? ( there's brief hesitation —— pondering ; dreading ; longing. not on the floor, it's supposed to sleep on the bed.
shifting under its weight. the bed feels way too small, pillow way too soft , nico way too warm. it's perfect. strong arm instinctively laces around nico's middle, pulling him in against chest , mimicking his hold onto the pillows and
( if god is real , HELL is here and niko is SIN. seemingly harmless, and yet damning by default. hard to get away, easy to fall back into. but god can't be real , what god woukd habe forsaken His own creatures like this?
( phasing out, teleporting next to his bed. curious. head slightly tilted, observing . . . ) niko friend. ghost no friends, only niko. ghost sleep here. protect niko.









