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“I… I guess?”
“I mean, study you like all the scientists were studying zombies at the CDC.”
“Wait.” Grant laughed. “Are you talking about like how they did inWalking Dead?”
“Yeah! Exactly! Do you watch that show? Shit, is it still even on the air?”
“Oh no.” Grant groaned. “It’s still on, but you are gonna want to brace yourself. The last few seasons,oof.”
“It can’t bethatbad, can it?”
“Oh, my sweet summer child.”
Huck learned just how bad it was as Grant laid out a detailed synopsis of the series, and Huck was horrified to hear of the deaths of some of his favorite characters. He was mesmerized by how well Grant told the stories, and he liked that Grant seemed equally upset over the same characters Huck was. They were both knowledgeable enough to compare the show to the comics it was based on, and Huck was having a great time.
More than that, the physical connection was unbelievably intense. Huck’s other hand had drifted toward Grant’s knee, eventually becoming solid enough to rest there while they chatted. The transfer of energy happened so slowly that Huck didn’t even notice it until Grant had given him a particularly startling revelation about the show and he’d squeezed Grant’s leg in shock.
Huck’s entire left arm and right hand were tangible now, and he could feel the softness of Grant’s hands and the fabric of his pants. There was an occasional tingle in Huck’s fingers and palms, and it reminded him of putting his icy cold hands in front of a fire to warm them after playing out in the snow.
Remembering what Precipitation had said, Huck tried to redirect some of the tingling feeling back to Grant, and he hoped he wasn’t draining him or whatever. Judging by how excited Grant was, it didn’t seem to be bothering him yet, and Huck really didn’t want to stop holding hands.
“So, Ricking it up is what we’re calling it now when someone sacrifices themselves?”
“Well, that’s what I call it anyway.” Grant laughed.
“He is coming back though, right? Come on. He couldn’t have really died.”
“Maybe. Strong maybe. There were rumors Andrew Lincoln was seen in Atlanta when they were filming the final season, so, it’s totally possible. There’s confirmation in another series that he’s alive—”
“Another series?”
“Yeah, there’s more than oneWalking Deadshow now. There’s, like, three of them. So, now we’re just waiting to see what happens. There were gonna be some movies starring Rick, but then I think that’s gonna beanotherseries.”
“Damn.” Huck smiled, but it was sad now. “I’ve missed so much.”
“You know,” Grant said suddenly, “we could totally watch it. I have a streaming account with the whole show on it.”
“Really?” Huck gasped.
“Totally! Shhh, it’s on a competing platform. Don’t tell anyone.”
“Ah, my lips are sealed.”
Grant looked over at the old television. “We may have to watch it on my phone though.”
“That’s fine.” Huck squeezed Grant’s hand.
“What’s the last episode you remember?”
“Ugh. When Shiva died.”
“That was… season eight, I believe.” Grant pulled his hands away from Huck’s to retrieve his phone from the bedside table next to the tray of snacks. “Hey! Shit, I almost forgot. I got the stuff to make s’mores too! Well, as best as I could.”
“I saw.” Huck sat back against the headboard. “That was really sweet of you. You know I can’t eat it, right? I mean, I’m pretty sure I can’t.”
“Well, there’s something I did with another ghost.” Grant laid out a graham cracker and then squirted a bit of chocolate syrup over it. He grabbed some of the little marshmallows to sprinkle on top. “She wanted to smell her perfume again. Chanel Number Five. The same kind Marilyn Monroe wore.”
“Okay.” Huck watched curiously as Grant lit a candle.
