"Ghosts don't learn lessons," Noah says, even though that's made up. Probably. "Plus, I didn't feel like getting out of bed, so I just switched."

He turns his face and tries to see what Adam's reading, but he can't. He looks at the two of them instead, briefly jealous of their casual comfort, how easy they are together. He misses that.

"Nothing," he sighs, looking back toward the ceiling and folding his hands on his chest. "It's my birthday today. If I was still alive, I'd be twenty five. I'd be like everybody's dad."