"Jeremy I swear to fucking God. —actually, hey, you know what? I'm buying this fucking house." Phone, he's gonna go ahead and call Park Jipyeong while he starts stalking around the house to see if he can find this stupid ghost boy.

The stupid ghost boy is not in evidence.

How about the creek? Also it's fucking cold. Okay, Park Jipyeong picked up, he's getting the house asap and then he's also having him bring a space heater and a generator and some clothes to the house. Yes, right now. Oh also a portable shower. Cool, cool, thank you, goodbye.

"JEREMY!"

There's kind of a sense, which Jake's not used to, which is that... there's something.  Underground.  And over there.

It stays in relatively steady position, even as Jake traipses around the property.  He can triangulate it to under the treehouse, maybe 30 feet down.

Fucking figures.

"Jeremy, I know you're here and if I have to dig this tree out to find you so help me God I will. Face me like a man!" He stuffs his hands under his armpits to protect them from the chill.

The top of a head down to just below the eyes appears in the grass near Jake's feet, angled to look up.

"Seriously? Get up, come on, what are you, twelve?"

He floats up a fair bit more, legs already bent to kneeling position as soon as they clear the ground.

"...what are you doing."

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"Why are you kneeling."

"........It seemed appropriate."  But he rises to his usual height and straightens his legs.

Oh right he's tall. 

Jake punches him in the face. Not hard enough to actually knock him over, probably, but it's not a nice friendly punch. And Jake has training, he knows how to throw a punch.

—Jeremy is flung through the air satisfyingly but kind of startlingly far.  He catches his toes in the grass some fifteen feet away and staggers to a landing.  It looks like he might go to his knees again but he manages to stay upright, in stature if not in gaze.

...right, ghost. Whoops.

But also, ghost, he'll be fine. 

"Been wanting to do this all fucking day long," he grumbles while he crosses the distance between them, shaking his hand because of the sting. "You're incredibly stupid," he says, then he hugs Jeremy.

"Yes."

"Wh—" he stiffens up substantially under the hug.

"You're an idiot, and I've also been wanting to do this all fucking day long."

"Okay."  He relaxes into it, some.

"But let's keep doing this inside, it's fucking cold." He pulls away and starts leading the way, without waiting to see if Jeremy will follow. He will if he knows what's good for him. "I'm getting a heater here but it'll take like half an hour to arrive. Oh and by the way I'm buying this house."

"That all seems fine."  It sounds like he's keeping a pretty close following distance.

Does it now. 

"And you were planning to take over my life to reveal ghosts to the world, seriously? You're falling apart with guilt over not even twelve hours of possessing me, you really think you'd have lasted?"

"I think—it's easy to imagine all sorts of things, when you have nothing to check them against."