"So, you're telling me..." he started, holding up a finger. "You can... See ghosts?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yes!" I said. "I swear, I'm not crazy," I burst. "Please believe me!" He took a long inhale.
"And these... ghosts... Are they here now?" He asked slowly, gesturing vaguely around the yard.
"I'M NOT CRAZY!" I shouted. "Look, right there in the tree, Evan, eavesdropping like always." I pointed to the tree, and he stumbled out. He shouted in protest as he landed on the dirt with a thud, stuck out his tongue and I gave him the finger in response.
"He's... Honey, I can't see him." I sighed.
"If you really can't see him, then I guess you don't believe me..." I put my head on my hand, sulking. Sean shook his head.
"Mikey, I'm sorry, but I genuinely don't know what to say," he said, putting a hand on my back. "I believe you truly are seeing these things, I just... I don't know." I didn't respond. "I'm okay with it, by the way; I'm okay with you seeing things."
"I AM SEEING THINGS!!" I yelled suddenly. "GHOSTS! PEOPLE WHO HAVE DIED!! AND RIGHT NOW, I WISH I WOULD DIE!!!" He jumped back, and I immediately felt like a massive pile of shit. "... Sorry..." I mumbled, reaching my hand to him. He grabbed it.
"Mikey, I love you more than anything," he said quietly, "but I'm worried. I know you've already been tested—"
"Negative for all psychoses, except regular anxiety," I interrupted.
"—but you do worry me." He wrapped an arm around my back and started running my shoulder as Insolently brooded. We didn't say anything for a few moments.
"It's okay," I said finally. "You don't have to believe me. I just wanted you to know." He smiled. "By the way, Evan's doing bunny ears and making stupid kissy noises behind you."
"Hey!!" Sean exclaimed, swatting at him.
"You're no fun," Evan groaned, flying away. I laughed.
