action. ;w;
[ he can't. he can't bring words up, brain is stuck on LucaLucaLuca, and he just keeps sobbing. horrified and dizzily delighted by how tangible he is. ghosts feel like nothing. not even misty air. luca feels like cloth, like skin, like dirt. he stinks.
still, alois buries face into his hair, shaking and holding and crying. ]
You're here, you're right here. Luca. You're right here. You're here. You're here.