Ghoul looks unsure, but that's... better than nothing? Probably?

It's a start, he supposes. "Okay, look," he begins, squaring himself up because he has an idea. "Here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna find like three new people to talk to in the next few weeks." He reaches out, poking his index finger at Rorschach's chest as if that'll spur him in to obeying. Of course, his finger goes though his chest every time, but that's not the point. "I wanna have badass ghost contacts for entirely selfish reasons, and I can't do that if all I know is a wimpy one who can't even go solid or move stuff."

Pep talk of the year! He smirks in a way that suggests he's maybe joking just a little, and pulls his arm away before adding, "It'll be fun. You gotta be bored as shit by yourself all the time." Fuck's sake, one of his likes is people who can see him. That's pretty desperate.