Being so close to Angelina, Fred's features had become fully formed, so it quite obvious when he raised an eyebrow at her. "I want you to be happy with him Ang. I do, really." Fred drifted past her a little, and hovered around a different grave. Being so close to his body was unsettling for him. He beckoned towards Angelina, wanting her to come closer. He really didn't know what to say. What was a ghost to do in a situation such as this?