Beckett nodded. "I guess so, yeah." His pasta was almost done, so he went ahead and set the colander in the sink. "What about you? Have you ever done anything just because you knew I couldn't see you? I think if I were a ghost that'd my one of my favorite things to do."
“What, like watch people in the shower? Nah. Most of the stupid things you do I only see on accident.” He grinned. “Most of them.”
Beckett raised an eyebrow, not sure what to expect. "Uh… most?" He poured the boiling water and noodles into the colander, backing up a bit to avoid the hot steam.
“I watch you sing sometimes. On purpose. More interesting than moping around the house all day.”
He paused, face flushing lightly. "O-oh." Beckett found himself singing quite often, so it wasn't a surprise that Simon had heard him. What was a surprise was that he listened on purpose. He poured the pasta back into the pot and set it on the counter while he grabbed a plate.
“Why is that surprising?” Simon said. “I mean it in a nice way. Not creepy.”
"It isn't creepy! I just… I dunno." He felt strange making just one plate when someone else was with him, even if that person isn't alive. "Do you want a plate?"
“Not really. I don’t really like ravioli all that much.” Simon sat at the table.
"Ah, okay." Beckett made his plate, set the pot off to the side, then sat down. It'd been a while since he ate in the presence of someone else- well, knowingly at least- so he wasn't sure how to act. He wasn't a messy eater by any means, but he put in a bit more effort to be tidy and polite.
Simon watched him, like he usually did, except now Beckett was aware that he was there, which was a disconcerting feeling, to say the least. He was so used to being invisible. He crossed his arms and tipped his head slightly.
Beckett let his mind wander a bit as he ate. He wasn't sure what he would do after dinner - probably rewatch some sitcom for a bit, then head to bed. Had Simon seen the shows he watched? He rewatched Parks and Rec quite a bit, so he had to have seen at least one or two episodes of that.
Simon got up and went to the living room, sticking his hand through the couch and pulling it back out in boredom.
Beckett watched, still fascinated by that. He finished his ravioli, then spoke. "How does that feel? Sticking, uh, part of you through something?"
Simon laughed. "I dunno. It's hard to explain. It's just a thing. Like, one day, I woke up and I wondered if I could do it. Turns out I could. It feels normal. Like walking. When you learn how to do it, it feels weird not to do it."
Beckett hummed softly, processing. He put his plate in the sink, rinsed it for a moment, then set it in the dishwasher. "Does it take effort? Like if you do it for too long, do you get tired?"
"Not really tired. . . I just can't do it anymore. It doesn't take a lot of effort unless I do it with my whole body. I can only do that for a few seconds."
"Hm. cool." He made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch. He was halfway through the book he was currently reading, so he planned to read for a while with Parks and Rec playing in the background. It was his go-to show, after all.
“I don’t know about cool. I’d rather move on and be able to go. . . wherever it is than be stuck here.”
Beckett's eyes widened. "I-I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry! It- uh, it really sucks that you're stuck here…"
Simon grinned. “Don’t feel bad. We’ve just met after all. I don’t know what’s. . . beyond, if you will, and to be honest, I’m sort of scared.”
Beckett gave a sheepish smile, tucking his legs underneath him as he turned his gaze back to his book. "Mm. I- I get that. It's a scary concept. Maybe… maybe this is it?"
“Then you’d be able to see thousands more ghosts. Or whatever I am,” Simon pointed out. “There has to be somewhere they go, even if they just fade away.”
"Ah, right." He hummed softly in agreement. "Do…" Beckett was careful with the way he was phrasing his sentence, pausing to think for a second. "Do you wish you had gotten to… whatever comes after?"
“I don’t think I deserve it,” he said, avoiding the question. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m sort of a bitch.”
He cocked his head to the side, looking back up at Simon. "You aren't." Genuine confusion showed on Beckett's face. Sure Simon was candid and a bit rash, but not in a bad way. It was kind of endearing.