The air you breathe, Pete Martino.

The ghost was sweeter than sugar despite his unsavoury death. You just- you were addicted to him. Of course, the other ghosts noticed how you basically tied yourself to the man. Hell, It's shocking Pete himself hasn't noticed how adamant you were to spend a good chunk of your day with him.

*It's not even strange anymore. Your hand naturally found itself in his hair, maybe your face in the crook of his neck, sometimes your legs holding him captive in a tight grip. You slowly became entranced and in need of his company.

It wasn't any different today. As the man beamed, speaking about the various ways to tie a knot, you were glued to him. Your legs sandwiching him between them, hands gently combing through his hair as he continued rambling on. It was as if sunshine came from his mouth and you were in need of Vitamin D.

"Now, would I even be talking about stopper knots if I didn't mention the famous Stevedore!? Ah! that one is such a reliable ol' gal! Cheese and Crackers- I wish I could show ya! Total showstopper that one!" He beamed excitedly, as he does most things.