It would have been better if he was, indeed, making this shit up. Then he could tack "just kidding!" onto the end of his sentence and move on with his life, but no. This was real life. It wasn't enough that his brother was dead and he may or may not have been responsible for it - regardless of whether or not he could have stopped it, he'd seen it and that was more than enough to make him feel guilty. One didn't just see people die in their art, and in doing so, he was as much a freak as his family said he was.
"I guess? I don't know how this ghost shit works. Calista's been in my apartment before without seeing him, and since she said he's bound I guess that means he's kind of stuck in the area or something." Quentin rubbed at his eyes, getting a headache just from thinking about all of this. "I know that Calista made him visible to us and that it wasn't all that easy for her, because Jade was a wreck and I was a wreck and... yeah. Would prefer not to do that again." He nodded, "Yep. Came out to our parents, actually. She said she left before they'd throw her out, which is pretty much what I did. Scarlet Oak is now officially the haven for the James children, go figure."