[ He gives a quiet laugh at that, resting his forehead against Basch’s as he lets his eyes close again. ]

I dunno. There was probably a 50/50 chance of it either being fine, or prompting a complete freakout. [ his lips quirk in a rueful grin, looking a little sheepish. He knows himself too well. And the things that can cause him to start panicking, often over nothing. Or just too many past ghosts. ]

Usually when that word got invoked back home - or I suspected it was about to be - that was about the time I started looking around for the nearest door. Or window.