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Started March 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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Simon raised an eyebrow but said nothing, returning to the window.

Beckett awkwardly followed suit, watching a biker rush by. He was still so very curious about all this, but he wasn't sure how to even go about asking some things. "Does it ever get lonely?" He blurted after a moment, awkwardly trying to look calmer than he felt.

Simon laughed. "Obviously it does. All the time. I've learned to just suck it up." He shrugged. "It's just one of those things, you know?"

Beckett nodded, trying to brush off the embarrassment. He sighed. "There's gotta be a way to let you leave if you wanted to. It doesn't make sense for you to just be stuck here."

Simon shrugged again. "Again, I've learned to just suck it up. I wish I could go places, but I can't. It's not a big deal."

"You shouldn't have to just 'suck it up' though. That's ridiculous logic." He aimlessly wondered if there would be any books at the shop about ghosts. It was a relatively old place, so maybe… They'd likely be garbage, but it couldn't hurt to take a look.

"Of course it is. But what am I gonna do about it?" Simon glanced at him. "Do you have any ideas?"

"I-I dunno, not really." He decided against vocalizing his book idea. It probably wouldn't end up working, and he didn't want Simon to get his hopes up only to get them crushed. He figured he'd look into on his own, and if he found anything, then he'd share it.

"You know I can tell when you're lying. I've had a few years to observe you." Simon tilted his head, slightly smirking.

Both the call-out and the reminder that Simon had been watching him for years made Beckett's face flush, and he looked away for a moment to regain composure. When he looked back a second later to see Simon's head tilt and smirk, he was pretty sure he made an audible noise before quickly turning away again, leaning his face in his hand in a half-hearted attempt to discreetly hide his face. "I-Er. Yeah. That-that would make sense, wouldn't it?"

"Yes. I suppose it would," Simon said, amusement coloring his voice. "So what's your idea?"

"…I thought maybe there might be some old spiritual-type books at the shop," he mumbled. Saying it aloud, it didn't sound like as good of an idea as he'd thought it was.

"Oh. Why don't you check it out? Maybe. It's not a bad thought." Simon nodded once.

Beckett nodded slowly. "Yeah. Alright, I will." He was honestly a bit surprised that Simon hadn't had anything sarcastic to say about the idea. He went back and forth from looking out the window, to glancing over at Simon a few times before the telltale pitter-patter of paws on the stairs sounded. He glanced over just in time to see a furry head peer out over the top step.

"Hi, Zelda," Simon said. The cat blinked at him, then meowed. "I agree." He glanced at Beckett, then back at Zelda. "He is pretty daft, isn't he."

Beckett's jaw dropped in mock offense. "I am not!" He scooped Zelda up into his arms, cradling her like a baby. "Don't let him corrupt your sweet little mind, my daughter."

"Her mind is not corrupted. She's very wise. Except she's never had yogurt. Which is sad, but she's a cat. And you are daft. You forget things all the time."

"Y-yeah, but…" Unable to come up with a decent comeback, Beckett settled for a look that was half-glare, half-pout. He stroked Zelda's fur mindlessly, and while she still looked mildly annoyed to be cradled, she was putting up with it for now.

“Exactly,” Simon said pointedly. “And don’t give me that look.”

Beckett sighed, setting Zelda back down on the floor and watching as she sauntered into the bedroom, presumably to take a nap. He sent Simon another joking glare.

"May I remind you that I'm perfectly capable of smacking that look off your face," Simon said. "And also, if your previously mentioned cat analogy is anything to go by, I would not suggest making me angry."

Beckett chuckled, redirecting his attention to the window. "Eh. It's fun." If it were anyone else, he would probably be intimidated. But he just… wasn't scared of Simon for some reason. Even he couldn't figure it out at the moment, but it wasn't such a pressing issue that he needed to address it immediately, so he simply acknowledged it and pushed it aside.

Simon made a soft huffing sound, glancing briefly at Beckett. "Is it, now." He didn't bother tacking the question mark to the end of the sentence, watching the clouds move across the sky.

Continuing to gaze out the window, Beckett nodded. "Yeah." He didn't seem to notice Simon's exasperation and annoyance- that, or he just didn't care.

"You know that you can be unbearably aloof," Simon said in a mild tone. "I can't tell if it's endearing or obnoxious."