"That's sort of fucked. But-...I'm glad she was able to move on." He sounded just a touch hesitant about it, like he wasn't entirely sure it was a good thing. He guessed it might depend on the ghost? Or if there was an afterlife or just nothing at all. He sort of liked the idea that there was nothing after life, just an endless sleep. Peaceful. But he knew that idea wasn't for everyone, that some people would cling to their existence for as long as they could. He couldn't blame them for that. Not when he hadn't been able to let someone go, himself.

"Fucking truth," he muttered, before taking a sip of his drink. "I graduate next year, in the spring. Can't wait to get out." He wanted to feel like he could breathe again, move on to better things, a place that wasn't Henrietta. He wanted to study-...fuck, he didn't know. Art or nature or something. Maybe both.

He couldn't help but grin at the question. "Anything with cars in 'em, really. A specific focus, you know- street racing, car chases. Action stuff I guess, yeah. Shit that gets your blood pumping. It's the next best thing to being behind the wheel, myself."