It was beating. Beating loud and hard to keep him alive, even if it wasn’t his own. His brother had made such a ruckus about it, how could he ever doubt it? Cracking a smile, he felt a little silly. “But. What if, I was a friendly ghost? Like Casper?”

Friendly ghost – is there such a thing? He can pretend there is.
"So, you want to be a friendly ghost?“
“Your son?”