Leonid shrugged. "I don't know." It wasn't like he had extensive connections to ghosts before now. Just the occasional interaction. So he had no idea how one was supposed to conduct themselves when ones lover was turned into a ghost. It wasn't like he had many people he felt he could speak about this with. Perhaps Emrys Selwyn (who mostly came to mind both because he was the first person Leo had ever slept with and was an older, more experienced man) but he doubted the older man would appreciate him reaching out for such a thing. And what if the man had no helpful advice to give anyway? Then it would be for naught and potentially embarrassing.

He made a motion of sliding his hand down the others cheek, shivering a little at the cold chill he felt due to his actions. "And you don't feel any of this?"