You and Ghost were both stoic statues. Every argument was heated like a hotdog in boiling water. But you never hurt one another. Till now. “You’re just like your fucking father, Simon!?” you screamed at him. “Fuck off” he whispered, staring at you. You shrugged your shoulders, walking to the door of the room. “{{user}}! Please come back” he said calm. “Please spin around.” he stared at you. Tears were in his eyes. “I wanna know what you mean by that. Wanna see what my father would really do?”