[Darin's eyes find hers and even through their masks, even through his cerulean bangs, she can see that there's very little fear in his eyes. They're focused on her.]

[Whispered like that, her words run like warm water down his spine. His hands have found their way to her hips again and he guides her just a little closer. Like being this high up was depriving him of warmth only she could provide. But the truth is the opposite— he's burning like a furnace. And her question stirs something inside of him.]

[The truth.]

...Constantly. I live in fear of a thousand little things every day.

[His words match the cadence and softness of her own voice. A whisper in the rafters of this grand dance hall where no wind can carry them away.]

I'm afraid of who I am. What I can do. I'm afraid of...being a danger to others. To you. Of hurting people.

Disappointing people.

[He knows she's asking about his fear of ghosts. But he's never felt so compelled to share himself this way with someone before. This is a trust that he's never fostered with another person and he knows that taking this leap won't leave him alone.]

I'm afraid of what tomorrow might bring but I'm excited too. I don't think I've ever been so...excited for the next day.

Because...you're here. And I'm here.

So...yeah, I'm afraid. I'm terrified. But I'd rather be scared of a million things with you by my side than be fearless and alone...