"I'm probably going to regret asking this, but- are there a lot of ghosts at your school?" Which implied the bigger question, did murders happen regularly? At least, regularly enough to have multiple ghosts there. He wasn't going to weigh in on social media; he didn't really care about it. Most of his interactions were done by text, after the other person got a hold of his number some way or another. He could see the appeal in social media though, being able to be connected to others or at least feel like you were, talking to people about things.

"The idea of popularity's kind of fucked up, anyway. Like, am I supposed to care if the whole school loves someone? If they're hot or really good at throwing a football or whatever? There's a lot of other shit that's way more important about a person." Like loyalty and dedication and the sort of sense of humor that could make him laugh until, for a little while, he forgot about all of the shit he had to deal with.

"But that's fair; parties aren't for everyone. One of my boys is really into horror movies, actually, gets so fuckin' excited every time it's his turn to pick what we watch on movie nights." His tone was nothing but fond. "They're not what I usually watch, but they're not bad." Which, coming from him, meant he'd pretty much always actually enjoyed the movies Skov picked. Even if Kavinsky teased him sometimes about it; they all knew their friendship was solid.