He'd never actually intended to talk to it, but being called on it gave him a spike of guilt, which spun itself into a grim satisfaction because being able to have that guilt was also a sign of his success.

"Talk through action." It was muttered, cold but not confident. He waited another moment, steeling himself before turning to rejoin Julien at the landing. He couldn't completely quash the fear and anxiety his phobia threw at him, but by mentally preparing himself for it, he could at least contain it for now.

"You were headed to the roof, yes? Would you like me to help you?" He was offering not just because it seemed like part of the friendship obligation, but also because he wanted to redeem himself for (or distract from) attacking the ghost.