Fred looked down at the ground when Angelina was speaking. He wanted to be with her too, more than anything. Except maybe being alive...
"I know, Ang, but that-thats kind of impossible, what with me being a ghost and all." He glanced at Angelina, looking at her hard. His arms crossed over his chest, and he kept looking at Angelina, trying to figure out what she was thinking. He could feel her emotions, but that didn't really tell him exactly what she was thinking.