For Shane and Ryan, self discovery lies in the demands of a ghost to find his century-lost husband. For every answer provided, even more questions seem to arise.
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"You can't cross the salt line," Ryan stated, his eyes wide and full of wonder. Shane thought there was fear, too, but he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want Ryan doting on him and taking care of him, sure, but he didn't want to freak him out, either.
"I can't cross the salt line," Shane confirmed. "I don't know anything. I promise, it's not. Something I test regularly." He chuckled.
Ryan leaned back from Shane, watching. It was as if he didn't hear anything Shane had said. He probably didn't. He only inspected him.
"Oh my God," Ryan breathed out. "You can't cross the salt line." His eyes didn't stop observing, looking from Shane's eyes, then to his whole body, and back into his eyes. "Are you dead?"
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This was crossposted from AO3, under the same name! Come find me there if you prefer.
"I'd say like... 30 percent of my thoughts are ones I recognize?" Shane said after careful consideration, idly tapping his lower lip. "I still care about you, my job, my parents... but I also seem to be caring about a lot of other things I never used to care about."
"...Like what?" Ryan asked, softly. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, and by the dead-eyed stare Shane gave him, he figured he was right.