Yeah, yeah, sure, he can be carried, he guesses.

Bridal carry for Oliver, then pushing the wheelchair folded against the wall so he can carry it with one hand at the same time. Kind of awkward but he can do it.

Jeremy hovers with deep concern as they go past the weak parts of the stairs, but doesn't actually try to stop him.

It's fine. He's fine. He can do this. Worst case he falls down the stairs and breaks his neck, it's not like he's that attached to being alive anyway. 

But no, he reaches the top of the stairs successfully, if a bit windedly, and unfolds the wheelchair for Oliver.

"That was admittedly impressive," he says once he's put down.

"Sorry, Oliver, I only flirt with one boy at a time and it's Jeremy's turn," he lies.

Oliver splutters. "I'm still straight, you know."

"You've mentioned."

Jake's phone vibrates, then. "...ah, the shovel. Of course. I'll, uh, go grab it, I guess." He goes.

Oohkay. Uh. So he's in a dead guy's bedroom now and the dead guy's ghost is there. Um. He'll try to be normal about this.

He's not sure how to be normal about this.

...Jeremy turns on some music.  The Queen album, since that's easier than getting the computer going again.

Oliver jumps. "—oh. I—thought you couldn't interact much with things?"

He sticks a hand into Oliver's right arm.  It doesn't get cooler immediately, or by very much, but it does get colder.

"I don't know what that means. ...assuming it was you, I just felt coldness in my arm."

He takes it back out.

"We should, uh, probably wait for Jake to get back."

Jeremy nods.  And then smacks himself in the forehead.

Oliver fortunately cannot perceive this.

And here's Jake, not carrying a shovel. "I left it outside since I, uh, don't have a use for it anymore. I guess. The shovel, I mean."

"Were you going to try and dig several stories down by hand.  I mean—it's not relevant, but I mean I really could have just.  Moved over, if you'd managed it."

"No, I was betting on you giving up on hiding partway through that when you realised how serious I actually was about this. I was planning on playing a game of chicken against you and winning."

"Okay...  For what it's worth, all of the times I stopped doing magic—to you, not with the keyboard—have been because I was afraid of what would happen if I suddenly ran out of juice, even for a few seconds.  And pushing back on you doesn't really have that problem."

And now that's making Jake mad at Jeremy again for some reason.

He's gonna go sit on the bed. Today is really really sucking.

Why is he here again?

"Uh, what were you trying to say earlier? Uh, Jeremy. While Jake wasn't here?"