"You can see me?!"
"You're dead! How the fuck can I see you?!"
"I don't know! What do we do?!"
"Can I touch you?!"
"Again, I don't know!"

Matt walks forward and hesitantly puts his hand out to me. I watch as he gently grabs my shirt, when he succeeds, he pulls me close and hugs me tight. I instantly let out a sigh of relief, letting the smaller curly-haired male cuddle himself into my chest.

"Dylan! What the hell happened!" He demands, pushing me away at arms length.
"Um, I was driving to your place when I got hit by a drunk driver. My seatbelt broke and I went through the windshield." I explain, looking at the floor instead of meeting his teary gaze.
"That's awful." Was all Matt said.
"Yeah, it was."