"Not all ghosts are alike," Noah said. He hovered over Ianto, smiling down at him, and then disappeared, reappearing a moment later on the other side of his bed. When he reappeared, he made himself look solid and alive again, warm and flesh-colored. He was still pale, but that couldn't be helped.

"You can touch me," he offered, holding out his human looking hand. He made sure it was warm now, not cool.