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Grian was sitting on his bed in The Spanners’ base, his eyes were closed and he rested his head against the stone wall behind him. A cool breeze washed over him and he shivered. It was quiet and lonely, just the sound of the night to keep him company
Mumbo sat next to him, his translucent ghost body didn’t make a dent in sheets and he sighed. Skizz sat on the other side of Grian, he looked at Grian with such a sad look that made Mumbo wince. He couldn’t have been more sure that Skizz loved Grian, even in his ghost form, he felt the love and loyalty seeping through Skizz’s gaze. It ached Mumbo to know that they are both dead, and Grian was alone, again.
“I just can’t believe that we’re here and he can’t see us,” Skizz said, still staring at Grian’s closed eyes.
“I know,” Mumbo sighed, tears beginning to form.
Grian shifted, he leaned up and put his head in his hands.
Mumbo tilted his head and watched Grian, once he lifted his head again, both Mumbo and Skizz saw the tears falling from his bloodshot eyes. A tear gently fell down Mumbo’s cheek.
“I wish he could see us,” Skizz said, voice cracking.
Mumbo said nothing, but the thought of “I know, Skizz, I know,” lingered.
“I- don’t know if either of you are here right now,” Grian started. “Or even if you two chose to be ghosts or go to the void, but if you can hear me right now, I-” He stops himself. “This is so stupid, I’m talking to myself.” Grian shakes his head and puts it back against the wall.
Mumbo heard a broken sob come from Skizz and he turned his gaze to softly look at his other ghostly Spanner. He shifted his body to lean his head against Grian’s shoulder, and Grian looked at that shoulder as if he felt the weight of Mumbo’s head, as if he felt the black hair tickle his neck.
Skizz placed a loving hand on Grian’s knee and again, as if he could sense the movement, Grian looked at the spot and then leaned his head back against the stone.
“I miss them so much,” Grian choked out, his sobs broke Mumbo’s heart and he’s sure it broke Skizz’s as well.
“We miss you more than you know,” Mumbo whispered, as if speaking at any high volume would kill someone.
“We’re here, Grian, we always will be,” Skizz said, and both of them hug Grian and hope he can feel the warmth they provide.
And in that moment, Grian felt every touch linger, it felt like a soft breeze. He denied it was them, even if he knew in his gut. He pushed it down because, well, why would they stick around? After all, Grian was basically responsible for their deaths.
“I’m so sorry,” Grian sobbed, and Mumbo and Skizz hugged him tighter, even if Grian couldn’t actually feel it. “I’m so, so sorry.”