Andreas’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. He approached the ghost with a genuine grin. After years of constant bitterness, such an expression appeared uncanny on his face — his skin was akin to a heavy downpour, weighing down his smile some, but not quite enough to conquer it. Not quite enough to conquer pure modest human joy.
He swings his arms behind his back, not wanting to address such matters here and now.
“Tharos, my old chap. It warms my blackened heart to see you after all of these years”