The laughs grow quiet and sombre with each passing second. He rests the back of his hand on his forehead- covering his stare as his lips pull into a wry smile. The twitch on it is almost forced but really if he thinks about it; this scene is everything a comedy would be. Sure...let's have a ghost version of the one person you love but can't do anything to have them or save them haunt you and try to approach you in a world which you can't escape.

Can't escape.
Can't live.
Can't do anything.

"Yeah."

He rubs his eyes with the back of his palm. "I am alright. Perfectly fine. I am just...scared of ghosts..." His tone doesn't sound too convincing but hell he can't do anything to save himself from the embarassment. He just hopes Dove doesn't recognize him.