Henry laughed, brief and bright, caring, and shook his head a little bit, because could ghosts even get high? Apparently, in Darrow, they could. What a strange place. Then again, Henry didn't really understand the mechanics of corporeal manifestations of the dead.

"Ryang and Rutherford would have gotten on with Noah well. Just for the weed, if nothing else. And the skateboarding." Henry rubbed the back of his neck. Darrow was good, at least, because Noah seemed bright and happy, and Henry didn't know, didn't know how to ask, if he had been like that back in Henrietta.

"Maybe we'll go home soon," he said with a shrug. "Or at least figure out a way to talk with home. Know everyone's alright."