Evan smiled at her. "Yeah," he agreed. "It's hard enough for people to handle death, especially of a loved one, without having to deal with the place they've got to get things settled in being creepy and just plain hard to be in." He shrugged a little. He didn't so much mind Peach. He didn't even mind touching dead bodies all the time. It was strange, but it was a job. Someone had to do it.
"Next time we see each other, I promise not to be such a damper on the happy mood," he smiled. "Will it help if I call you pretty again?"