He shivered happily at the acknowledgement. Other people had acknowledged him, of course, but now he was feeling more confident in his ability to- to interact with people. He could almost feel himself becoming more tangible, except he knew he wasn't. He knew he couldn't really feel anything at all-
But he could do it. He knew he could do it. He'd come to Ernie because he knew that Ernie would help him, he knew that they had a good bond.
He drifted forward slightly, shimmering, not quite clear yet. "Ernie-" His voice was still no more than a whisper, perhaps a little too creepy, but it was something.