Home Is Where The Heart Is

"Someone who has lost their mind?" He offered in response as he glanced over at the other's phone, curious. Sure, he saw all the commercials for the latest iPhones and whatnot but seeing the latest model made him just a bit jealous.

All ghosts had to stay behind for some reason, right? Leo had thought long and hard about his purpose and while he hasn't made the connection yet, jealousy is probably his main problem. He was jealous in life over the fact that he wasn't cool enough for his girlfriend, now he was jealous in death because of some kid having a new phone. Childishly pouring, he turned his attention to the television instead.

"You could always go in town, right? Find someone nice... I mean, that's what you want, right?"
 
"What I want is a nice guy who's great in bed, who can cook, who's got a good sense of humour and who has a body to die for. Like, is that so hard to find?" Groaned Nyle, fully aware that finding a guy to fit that criteria had been difficult back in Philadelphia. Finding him in the middle of a dying town was next to impossible.

"Look, I'll... find someone eventually," he laughed, resting his hands behind his head a he at least attempted to mask his desperation with a smile. "It just takes patience, yeah?"
 
"I don't have any of that," Leo commented absently as he tugged on his long socks, his pout growing. "You said I was cute though, right? I mean, no one is ever going to love me either so we're on the same page. I may be a ghost that likes to be alone but I still crave affection, right? Or am I crazy? To be honest, if anyone is craz it's you. I mean, you're talking to a ghost about our perfect man."

Physically tapping Nyle's head, his pout changed to a meek grin in hopes of some cute reaction. He expected the human to react poorly, though was eager to see just how angry he would be. He didn't like being touched so the same would apply to Nyle, right?
 
"If I want to talk to a ghost about my guy problems, I can. You're a pretty good guy to talk to. I know that I can follow you around the house, moaning about my issues, and you can't run out the door to escape-- did you just tap my head?" He questioned suddenly, the shock of the physical action making him blurt out-- though the growing smile on his lips was more than enough to suggest a complete lack of anger.

"Well, ain't you just getting cuter by the second? Honestly, I'm getting cavities over here," he snorted, his nose crinkling a little as he grinned. "You know, if you went out more when you were alive, I bet you'd have found a nice gal in the town to fall head over heels for you."
 
"Oh, yeah, all of the sexy 50 year old women would divorce their husbands in a heartbeat for me, huh? That's not... I don't like older women, yeah? I like my age, naturally. I want people who drink for fun, not people who drink to forget their failing marriage. Why don't you go for an older guy, huh?" He questioned defensively.

Stretching out his legs, he slumped down further into the couch, lips pursed. Peaking open an eye after a moment of closing them, he let out a snort.

"I may not be able to leave but I can use knives. If anyone should complain it's me. You have a chance, at least..."
 
"Oi, who said I wouldn't go for some mature older guy? If he was handsome enough, I'd definitely go for someone older than me. I guess in this town, that's my only real option, huh?" He sighed, not even bothering to hide his disappointment. While he really wasn't dead against dating someone older than him if the right guy came along, he had always had his heart set on someone around his own age. It just made things... easier.

"Why should you complain? You never, like, dated people outside, right? You always dated people you met online, who you never saw? There's literally nothing stopping you starting all that over again. They're not to know you're a ghost, are they?"
 
"I don't have a computer," he reminded flatly, his brow twitching in irritation. Running a hand through his hair, he looked away with a wide frown. The talk of his love life always just made him either sad or mad, and he was leaning towards the latter. "I'll have you know that I've had crushes on people in the real life. I did have to go outside, you realize that, right? There was this person... they, uh, went to the Wawa when I had to buy some milk and they just - I dunno, I thought it was love at first sight but I never saw him again."

Huffing bitterly in regret, he placed his head on his hand, his eyes drifting to the sleet. "I'm just pathetic, I guess. Just remember that you can't get worse than me, I guess."
 
"You could totally borrow my laptop-- I mean, you can't leave the house now so I know you won't steal it. You could, like, smash it up, but I'd totally get a priest to exorcise this place if you do something like that. It's my only real connection to my friends-- other than my phone and my iPad, I guess," he shrugged, silently peering above the screen at the ghost, tutting a little at his constant self-degradation. It was incredibly awkward, really - he barely knew the kid and he didn't want the early basis of their potential friendship full of him just trying to make him feel better.

"I can totally get worse than you-- you're not as bad as you think. You're cute, a little dorky, totally adorable-- I would be all over that if you were alive. Sure, you ain't my usual type, but I ain't confined to that."
 
"Your type fits you. You said you like tough guys, right?" He confirmed, his expression at least lifting a tad from a deep frown at the offer of being able to use the laptop. It gave him a sense of being alive again, after all. "... I won't use it if you don't need it. I promise I won't put any malware or viruses or anything and I'll get it out if I do. This... I think this will be good for me," he declared, albeit quietly.

"Look, I'm sure you'll find someone good for you," he reassured as he tapped his fingers on his folded legs. "You've got your whole life to figure it out. You'll find some handsome guy one day and move somewhere better than this, I'm certain of it. L"
 
"No offence, but that's kinda the plan. I like it here, but if some tanned, gorgeous hunk came into my life and wanted to sweep me off to France, I'd totally accept. Duh. Who wouldn't?" He smirked, immediately sighing in his typically dreamy sort of way. Hours upon hours were spent day-dreaming about his perfect, ideal guy. Most of the guys he met in real-life lasted a few weeks and then their relationship fizzled out. The idea of meeting someone perfect was hardly going to happen if past experience proved anything.

"But hey, use my laptop. Go at it. Have fun and all that. I'm probably just gonna go and nap. Today's been... crazy."
 
Looking over at him warily, he did take the laptop into his lap, ignoring the fact that, if he didn't focus hard enough, the laptop would just phase through his legs. Setting it properly, a sad smile eventually grew as he stared at the screen, his lips pursing. Glancing back over at Nyle, Leo gave a small nod.

"... okay, yeah. I'll be here, if you want. I might go outside for a bit, but... you know I won't be very far." He babbled, knowing all too well that there was no reason to say anything.
 
"Unless you want me to stay and keep you company? I mean, hell, you've been alone for years. Why don't I stay and keep you company? Besides, I wanna make sure you don't hack your way into my social media accounts. I got some private pictures on my Instagram I'd rather you didn't see. Nothing weird, obviously. Just some pics of me at the beach, kinda topless. Trust me, it ain't a pretty sight," he snorted, resting back against the back of the chair whilst cracking his knuckles. Despite his mild annoying at the other's self-degradation, it was clearly something he himself did constantly, especially when it was unwarranted. He wasn't 'ripped' or anything of the sort, but he was definitely in shape and lean.

He just knew he could improve on that, hence his embarrassment over most of the photos his friend tagged him in when they went out.
 
"Oh, I... I mean, you don't have to stick around for me. Like you said, I've been alone for years. To be honest, having someone here with me is more overstimulating than being alone. I'm used to everything being quiet." He explained simply as he eyed Nyle cautiously, the sudden change of mind rather alarming. Nonetheless did he offer an apologetic smile, immediately assuming he was somehow forcing the other to stick around.

"I won't go to your social media," he reassured eventually as he began to log into his old profiles, particularly curious about his own Twitter again. He'd skip right over the messages people left him, curious solely on things like the latest trends or games. Maybe he'd find something cute to laugh at, cheer himself up and whatnot.
 
"Is that a polite way of saying I'm an annoying loudmouth-- say no more. I got it. I'm annoying. I'm overstimulating. I'm just trying to be friendly, you know. None of this is remotely easy for me-- but yeah. Sorry. I'll just head up and... get some sleep. I'll have to head out early in the morning to search for a job," he laughed, awkwardly getting up from the chair with his hand running through his hair in an attempt to look more casual and cool than he felt.

He wasn't used to people wanting him to leave them alone. He'd always been social and he always thought people liked him. To get rejected by a ghost was definitely hard to hear, however polite the mild rejection was.

"...Just shut the laptop down when you're done and leave it downstairs. I don't need you creeping into my room to put it back. It'll be.. fine down here, I guess."
 
"No, I didn't mean to come off that way!" He insisted in response, his pale cheeks a light pink in sudden embarrassment. "I just... I don't do well with people. I shouldn't have to explain to you that I'm not always up for being with other people. I... I like having space sometimes. I-I..."

As he stammered out his explaination, he shyly began to twirl a finger through his messy locks, tugging on it lightly.

"I won't use it for long," He would eventually whispered after a moment of internal struggle, his lips pursed. "I promise. I'll go away for awhile after - not away, but you know what I mean."
 
"Hey, it's fine! I... I think I'll head out instead, get a proper look at the area, introduce myself to a few of the locals," he shrugged, having easily decided that he couldn't be in the house for longer than five more minutes. He didn't mind the ghost, surprisingly, but Nyle had gone through a lot and hadn't really had the time to divulge all the information that had been thrown at him. Heading out for a walk seemed like a good idea to both clear his head and introduce himself to a few people.

"Hey, maybe I'll go and meet a dashing older gentleman like we joked about, yeah? I don't do the whole one-night stand thing, but maybe I'll bring him back and... and have fun for once!"
 
"Fuck no." He sternly replied, his expression flat in emphasis. "This is my house a-and I will not have two people having sex literally right below me. I don't want to hear it or see it, understood? I-I mean, what if I brought someone cute over and had sex with them? You'd be all like, 'ew, gross!' and get mad, s-so... go to his house if you want fun, okay?"

Physically twisting his expression into a scowl, it was primarily fueled by jealousy as he sank further into the couch, his entire face pink. Squirming a tad, he closed the laptop and folded his arms.

"It isn't fair, you know? I get to be alone and you get to go out with some dashing gentleman while I'm stuck to masturbate to some shitty porn." He grunted honestly.
 
"Okay, I exaggerated. I ain't going to find a dashing gentleman around these parts, let's be fair. My idea of a dashing man is someone dressed in a suit, with a cigar and a glass of wine. That's not happening, so chill. Besides, I probably won't have sex. Gigi sort of indicated that people 'round here aren't too open," he shrugged, hesitating just by the chair a little. He did want to offer his company, but he also knew he couldn't continually backtrack-- once he decided to go out, he ought to stick to that.

"You aren't looking up porn on my laptop, that's not happening. I did it once, my computer went weird and it sort of posted a bunch of links on my Twitter page. Totally embarrassing. I could do without people making fun of me again," he grunted, flushing red at the memory as he buttoned his winter coat up. "Just-- look, I'll be back in the morning if I do manage to find a guy. I doubt it, but I'll... head to that little pub and get a few drinks regardless. You don't want me moping about here, bored."
 
"First of all, I know how to avoid viruses. My job was solely based on computers, Nyle. If anyone can avoid a virus it's me," he replied quickly, clearly still aggravated as he tapped his fingers on the laptop, his eyes locked on the window. "Secondly, there's nothing wrong with moping about being bored. I mean, I've been doing that for six years, okay? Just... You're an adult, barely, so I can't tell you what to do. I'll be here anyway, so... it's whatever."

Moving to spread out, he gave a quick look over at the human, his angry scowl simply shifting to a frown.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. Just... have fun, okay? You do you. Please be safe, okay? There only needs to be one young death in this shitty town."
 
"You don't need to babble on to convince me to leave-- I'm going. Do you think I'm gonna stay cooped up in here if there's even a slight chance of having sex with some hot guy tonight? On one hand, I could have sex. On the other, I could be stuck in here, trying to nap while you tap away on my laptop. Pretty easy decision, don't 'ya think?" He laughed, though did offer a slight piece of affection by ruffling his hair, surprising himself when he managed to do it. His fears of just having his hand slip through his body were still present-- and warranted. "I'll be back by midnight-- unless I find a guy. Then I'll be back... whenever. Maybe he'll make me breakfast~? I'm pretty lovable, most guys want me to stay and have breakfast with them."

Despite the mild boast, he imagined himself arriving home by at least nine that night, unfulfilled and maybe a tad drunk from drowning his sorrows in as many glasses of gin and tonic his body could take. So when he arrived home the next morning, clothes dishevelled and lovebites marking his neck, he was as surprised as anyone. Sure, he had to venture out of the little town to find a pub that wasn't empty and boring, but clearly, it was worth it.

Dumping his jacket and shoes on the floor, he crashed to the couch with a heavy and hungover sigh, rubbing his eyes to try and gain vision that wasn't blurred and fuzzy. "...Leo? You here-- course you're fucking here, that's... dumb-- where's my laptop?"
 
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