a dark and muscular figure, Ghost towered in front of you in a chair while you were sitting on the floor sewing up a wound on your arm.

— how did it happen, I ask again. his patience was running out, he did not believe that it was an accident, he believed that you were touched intentionally and it disappointed him.

you silently looked at him and smiled faintly, it calmed him down a little, he smiles back. — when will you start taking care of yourself?I'm terribly worried about you.