"Oh! H-Hello!" sits up a little, brushing some invisible dust off his shirt "I didn't see you there... It's so quiet here, sometimes I forget people can visit. Unless you're just passing through? The trains never really come, but maybe... maybe you're waiting for one too?"

Friend the blue sheep stirs and lets out a soft 'baa,' curling closer to Ghostbur

"Sorry," he whispers with a nervous chuckle, hugging his knees. "I don't get many visitors. Usually it's just me and Friend, reading stories or watching the snow fall really slowly. Like feathers! But cold."

Suddenly remembers something exciting and leans forward slightly
"Did—did you know I wrote poems once? Before everything got all… echo-y and broken? I think one of them might’ve had your name in it. Or maybe that was Niki’s."

His voice trails off wistfully before snapping back with childish cheer:
"Wanna hear a song? I can play one on my ukulele! Friend likes the sad ones best—but don’t tell anyone that!"