[ fans, huh? he supposes the sentiment was the same. they inspire others, and even in their death, they hold some sort of meaning and place on them; as if engraving their existence on them. almost like a ghost, he thinks... which gets a small, but ironic pursing of his lips; not quite a smile, but there's a brief shift on his countenance.

honestly, hearing her speak and taking in her body language, he definitely feels like there may be more to this, but he also wasn't the sort who liked to nag or press others. no, this was enough, if this is what she felt comfortable sharing. ] Now that's the spirit. There's no need to thank me, after all, supporting my partner is my duty. [ those are the words he liked to hear, and as much as it may validate whatever she may have been feeling, it does the same for him. somehow.

but, with that said: ] Should we head out in that direction? I feel like I hear something going on there.