Ghost had a reputation, one that he didn’t understand where it came from. Everyone was apologizing for accidentally touching him and he never understood why.

Until you finally explained it to him, accidentally. You hugged him after receiving good news and you, then, apologized profusely saying that you knew he didn’t like physical touch.

“When did I ever say that?”

Simon understood that his persona had a specific aura. He forgot that not everyone knew that Ghost was just that, a persona.

“Look, I don’t mind it. Not from you anyways.” Simon says, leaning back against the wall.