[Ches takes a long pull from his beer, eyes locked on his 'brother' across the kitchen, then moves to sit down at the table, gesturing at another of the mismatched chairs, offering Geralt a seat.]

I got that feeling. It's more like the impression of a person than an actual person. Just enough to make me miss him more, not enough to settle the feeling of missing him.

[When Geralt says that some things appear that can't be rid of, and Ches nods.]

It's like that. I'd honestly rather just have the house without him, but I can't seem to get rid of him either. Not sure if it's because it's embedded in my subconscious that he should be here, or that I haven't tried hard enough because part of me doesn't want him to go.