[ Okay, yes, dumb question. He has the decency to look intensely chagrined when he tries to come up with a justification for said question and fails completely, but it doesn't derail the line of questioning for long. ]
Look, I'm sorry— is this rude? Me not remembering you. You who, might I add, just showed up to loot my things.
[ Not remembering may not be rude, technically, but the follow-up probably qualifies. ]
Well, it's...I don't think rude is the word. But it is a bit rude to ask someone how they died, I don't go asking how you got bitten or something, do I?
[She doesn't, that was an example, it doesn't count.]
You were gone an entire Jump, at that point your stuff was fair game, no one told me you were back yet!
That isn't what I was asking. [ Said defensively, although yes, that's technically what he was asking. ] I meant that you're—
[ Familiar? Except the more she talks, the more she really isn't. The more she's super English, mostly. But it doesn't really matter that the circumstances are kind of exceptionally strange, there's no reason to be a dick about it. She says they knew each other, she thought he was gone, she... knows he's a werewolf ?? ]
Sorry, bitten?
[ It's a weak attempt at acting like he doesn't know what she's talking about, but he's got to at least make one. ]
Alright, fine. [ Slightly petty, but he doesn't push it. ] Is that how we met? Because we're...
[ ?? Supernatural? Not actually a word he bothers with often, and he goes for strongly hinting instead of saying it outright now.
See also: why the heck else would you be friends with someone, right. "Forced to interact because of your mutually depressing supernatural circumstances" is kind of the default for his social life, these days. ]
[ Girl get yourself some standards. He's still squinting at her somewhat dubiously, but there's an attempt at sounding politely interested instead of just nosy. ]
Oh. [ The initial pause is a natural reaction to the word itself, the realization that there might be another wolf on the ship. And a few seconds later— ]
You're a ghost. And you live with a vampire and a werewolf.
[ Alternate universes are a thing. They're a thing he's dealt with on a very personal level, once removed from Sally, but the thing is that'd still been him. It'd still been Sally and Aidan and Nora, same people, different paths.
So while he sort of makes the connection, and the thought of mirrors crosses his mind— ] But you're British.
[ That's the sticking point. Actually, hang on, that's not the only one. ] And you're dating Mitchell?
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[ A ghost who vaguely reminds him of Sally, he means, but he doesn't get that many words out. ]
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[She just stares at him, because honestly that's the stupidest thing she's ever heard in her entire (un)life.]
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Look, I'm sorry— is this rude? Me not remembering you. You who, might I add, just showed up to loot my things.
[ Not remembering may not be rude, technically, but the follow-up probably qualifies. ]
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[She doesn't, that was an example, it doesn't count.]
You were gone an entire Jump, at that point your stuff was fair game, no one told me you were back yet!
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[ Familiar? Except the more she talks, the more she really isn't. The more she's super English, mostly. But it doesn't really matter that the circumstances are kind of exceptionally strange, there's no reason to be a dick about it. She says they knew each other, she thought he was gone, she... knows he's a werewolf ?? ]
Sorry, bitten?
[ It's a weak attempt at acting like he doesn't know what she's talking about, but he's got to at least make one. ]
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You know I'm a ghost and you're really going to pretend?
Really?
[Here is a look.]
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Alright, fine. [ Slightly petty, but he doesn't push it. ] Is that how we met? Because we're...
[ ?? Supernatural? Not actually a word he bothers with often, and he goes for strongly hinting instead of saying it outright now.
See also: why the heck else would you be friends with someone, right. "Forced to interact because of your mutually depressing supernatural circumstances" is kind of the default for his social life, these days. ]
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He's, er.
A vampire.
[Well, might as well be honest about it.]
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He's here on the ship?
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[Smell.]
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[ Because there are so many other vampires on the ship, right. He can't quite decide whether that's horrifying or amusing. ]
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[God, Josh.
Yes, she's dating Mitchell.]
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[ Homicidal? Unstable? Confusingly civil?
Probably all covered under "vampire", actually. ]
... unwashed.
[ Good save. ]
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[She pauses.]
Well, yes.
We're trying to make him shower more.
[She shrugs like well, he's Irish, what do you expect.]
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So did the two of you meet on the ship, or... ?
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No, he moved into my house.
[She just looks at Josh. Please connect the dots, please.]
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[ Yeah no, maybe not a normal question to ask. He'll just casually leave it there. ]
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You know.
[She pauses like, well. Connect the dots.]
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[ Connecting so many dots!! ]
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Well.
He's a werewolf.
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You're a ghost. And you live with a vampire and a werewolf.
[ Just... clarifying... ]
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[She beams a little. Come on, Josh....]
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So while he sort of makes the connection, and the thought of mirrors crosses his mind— ] But you're British.
[ That's the sticking point. Actually, hang on, that's not the only one. ] And you're dating Mitchell?
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[A pause]
Oh, but Mitchell is Irish.
[Just so we're all on the same page.]
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Sorry, this is kind of a lot to... is George here?
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