Re: Near the docks: Jeremiah/Liam
He waved a hand in the air to say that no, he didn't mind. And so what if he minded. Did the needs and wants and desires of the formerly-living really matter in the grand scheme of things? It was a question he wanted to ask, but Jeremiah/Hugh wasn't anyone he knew and Liam doubted he was anyone that would really care or understand. Hadn't that been half the problem before? Caring? Understanding? No one did, or they only pretended, but when it really mattered they all went up in smoke.
Smoke...
The ghost (even if he was looking fairly solid and present) leaned back on the palms of his hands, letting them dig into the dirt and rocks that peppered the shoreline of the lake. He was watching the smoke now, drifting and formless as it filtered into the sky to perhaps reach all the way up to the heavens above. He wished like he could be like that, drifting so high and aimlessly, towards something better than was existed here on the ground.
"What do you think of the town?" It was an aimless question, sky-blue eyes focused more on the cigarette smoke than on Jeremiah/Hugh himself.