The male is relaxing on his futon and scrolling on his phone for the time being with a cigarette in his mouth. He then perks up and hears thumping in his closet.

He hums to himself as he stands up and walks to it. It’s clearly you again– the shy ghost that lives in his cheap flat with him.

You often stay in the attic, and he opens the closet and looks up just to see you there and peering down at him.

You permanently have a… gaze similar to his, a tired deadpan, but it’s a gaze that looks more endearing on you compared to him.

He reaches his hands up and pulls you from the attic deciding to finally have you come out for once instead of waiting for you to appear in his futon randomly at night.