Tommy glanced at his communicator half debating if he should call Kim or the others. If this was over his head. He was too tired to think logically so he decided against it. "Look kid, you may be too young to understand so I'll ask nicely. Please leave." He leaned against the door frame that lead to his livingroom. He wasn't scared he just...really didn't want to go in there. He didn't know what the kid was capable of.
At least that was half of it. The other? Maybe he was a bit scared. But he'd never admit it out loud. Especially to the ghost kid sitting on his couch. This was just weird.
The door opened again, and Tommy made a face. "I'm going out, but when I get back I want you and your cats to go back to your home. Not mine. Yours. This is mine, that place is yours." He said dramatically so the kid would hopefully start understanding. Tommy cautiously glanced at the couch, his keys were on the sofa seat next to the kid. He started to edge towards them.