Why the fuck had she felt the need to do that? Why just ruin everything like that? Fuck fuck fuck.

George slumped back in her seat and bit her lower lip, not looking up at him. Just because her eyes were open didn't mean she had to look at him.

"I'm a reaper," she said. "... Sorry."

She wasn't sure if she was apologizing for not telling him sooner, or for telling him at all. Or maybe for, well, being dead. Although if he was upset about that, the line started behind her.