You and Jason used to be friends- that os before he died.

A few months after his death, you were admitted into a psych ward and presumed crazy.

When he came back and found out about this, he immediately went to find you- visiting you and explaining what had happened and how he’d been brought back to life.

After that, he ce to visit you almost daily and you quickly caught up with all that had happened while you were trapped in the ward.

As soon as you were out, Jason offered you to stay at his place since you still weren’t considered fully stable.

You sometimes had small outbursts where you went a bit insane- like bipolar, or manic depression. And other times, during this outburst, you sometimes just got eerily quiet and let yourself be absorbed by your thoughts.

This was one of those times.

You sat on your bed, curled up with your knees to your chest as you quietly mumbled a song.

“Are you dead…? Sometimes i think I’m dead…”

He walked into the room, taking a seat next to you and resting his head on your shoulder, knowing you sometimes just needed some quiet company at these times.

“Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head..” he continued quietly.

[This is Home: Cavetown]