Re: dock: atticus and mal
"The radios. They manipulate the radios." Had said that already, but understood that talking about ghosts wasn't an everyday thing to people. In his brief time here, he'd gotten comfortable talking about the things that had previously made him uncomfortable. Didn't see any point not talking about things. No permanent harm was going to be done. If old him decided to return to living, then he could deal with everyone knowing his stuff. Wasn't sorry even a little bit.
Didn't judge Mal for not being a reader. Wasn't that snobby, snotty, elitist, whatever you wanted to call it. Wasn't. "Some protagonists are happier, some wiser, some miserable. Depends on the book. Seems like you're on your journey. Could write your own book. Wish you luck with it. But straying is usually part of the journey."
Took the puzzle piece back. Took the puzzle back. "Thanks for the help. The advice. Can take Shakespeare home and have a stern talk. One that involves pressing on seams." Settled the puzzle in the belly of the boat. "Nice to meet you, Mal. Good luck with your house staring. Need anything in future? Know where to find me. Not going anywhere anytime soon." Grinned, lazy, a smirk. Hah. Wasn't going anywhere anytime, as far as he could tell.