varous:

_{You’re a bit like my dad. He’s dead.. When he was dying, he was always cheerful and lovely expect when he thought no one could see. I saw him once. He looked.. sad. You look sad, when you think he can’t see you. Are you okay? And don’t just say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no one can see you.}

_{You can see me.}

_{I don’t count.}