[He still sort of feels like his heart is pounding in his ears, like he really should fucking go, but he has no promises she won't like, kidnap him or die or something. He's been the stupid dude in a fake ghost house plenty of times. Maybe it's time to be the stupid did in a real one. He releases his hands, gives the wrists a bit of a shake, trying to diffuse the tension there without making it obvious.]

Nah, nah, it's chill, we can... we can just hang. It's fine.

[Maybe he can just... answer stuff for her. That's cool, right? If she's been here, she probably has a lot of questions, most of which he's talked directly over.]

So uh, you... probably wanna know stuff about the rest of the world, huh? What's goin' on with that?