[ harry is a-okay with keeping what happens in morocco in morocco when it comes to this, mostly because he knows that if chloe heard she'd never let it die. that's really not something he wants to deal with.

but he bursts out laughing at the face nate gives him for the answer. ] I'm not, only insomuch as that I don't believe in ghosts. If I did, I would be entirely serious. Dead serious even. [ he grins up at nate when he makes the awful pun, chuckling again before he settles back against him, his eyes going to the far wall as he thinks it over, expression growing more somber. ] Well, there's the usual fear of dying. I rather enjoy my life. But...

[ it's not the ultimate one. he falls quiet for a long moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer than before. again, harry flynn is not used to sharing these kinds of things - real emotions, personal facts. but - well. it's just different in this moment. ]

Being forgotten's the big one, I think.