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I'm not, I'm fine. There’s-...” Mapplethorpe can't seem to find the right words–he just wants to hide in the soft pillow beneath his head and make Chester forget everything he's seen tonight. “There's something wrong with me, I think. Feels like zombie Joan is stabbing me in the back or something.”
Mapplethorpe doesn't know how to explain this to Chester, to show him that somehow, still in death, he's hurting. He's not one for being vulnerable, hiding behind quick gags and laughter. Chester is the more mature one, who apologizes first, who starts hard conversations. Mapplethorpe is at a loss as to how to do this.
“So…you’re hurt? But you're not injured?” Chester is trying hard to understand.
“It hurts all the time, like I'm still falling off this roller coaster.” Mapplethorpe turns, hiding a groan as he faces Chester on his knees. “But I'm fine. I'm not actually hurt, my bones aren't broken, I'm the most alive a dead person can be.”
“I don't understand.” Chester is barely audible, hiding back tears.
“I don't either.” He sounds defeated.
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Mapplethorpe has phantom back pain related to his death, even as a ghost. On a particularly hard night, Chester notices.