[Noah nods as he sniffles, even if Firo can't see it. He's trying to stay calm. He is trying. Every single second feels like forever, and Noah has to wonder if this is why he's the only ghost back home - if all the others got stuck with their bodies, just... laying there, for an eternity, underground. If that could have been him.
The groan of the wood as it starts to separate from the shovel wedged between the pieces startles him and at first he scoots as far as he can away from the sound before he realizes what it is. Slow, sure, but working. He moves closer to that side again, bracing himself against the bottom of the coffin to push up against the lid as hard as he can with his shoulder to help it along.]
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The groan of the wood as it starts to separate from the shovel wedged between the pieces startles him and at first he scoots as far as he can away from the sound before he realizes what it is. Slow, sure, but working. He moves closer to that side again, bracing himself against the bottom of the coffin to push up against the lid as hard as he can with his shoulder to help it along.]