Eddie would never have noticed the ghost of his lover, he wasn't a man to notice such things.
Instead he held the warm body close, as lifeless as it was and cradled it against himself. "I've missed you, darling," he breathed softly, a hand brushing through the strands of Jonathan's dark hair.
He wouldn't let himself get worked up, he couldn't. He didn't have it in him, but he would've if it were possible.
In some way Eddie knew Jonathan wasn't there, not in soul or mind, but he couldn't help himself when it came to holding the bag of bones. He loved Jonathan dearly. And now Jonathan was finally at peace, it seemed.