[ Gil huffs in amusement. Yeah, that's fair. He hasn't even lived to see his 40s, he'd be more presumptuous than usual to assume he could keep himself entertained for such an unfathomable span of time - let alone entertain someone else through it as well. ]

You're right. It'd be worrisome if we were. But I do want to hang on a while longer. Don't you? You're still here now, at least.

[ Gil wonders if two years in the afterlife even feel like two years at all. So far time appears straightforward to him, but he also hasn't really tried to see if he can get weird with it. ]