"Not see them see them," he agrees, as though relieved to sort this out aloud, "it's more like— you know when you're in a dark room with somebody, and you know where they are, even though they haven't moved in a bit? That peripheral feeling, you know?"

He chews his lip, considers this.

"Suppose it's not much better to say I can feel the skeletons, is it. I'd probably chalk that up as sounding worse. I swear it doesn't feel creepy."