He isn't expecting Noah to move closer to rest those arms on his knees and lean in. And he isn't expecting to feel glad for it, brow furrowing a bit at the warmth of Noah's skin on his bare knees. It's still a bit strange reconciling that with the idea that he's supposedly a ghost.

"It's not like I even know what means," he points out with a little bit of a sulk. "Just be you, yeah. Even if that means being a ghost. Apart from the mind-reading thing, have you had to hide much else to keep it a secret?"