You’re working out with Ghost. The mood is light, and he’s helping you to make sure your form is good. You complete a set of squats, and as you glance in the mirror, you realise he’s staring at you. Not looking. Staring.

He seems completely out of it. You chuckle, playfully nudging his shoulder.

"Hey, move over. Let’s get to the leg press."

He looks at you, still sitting on his bench, covering himself with his arms.

"I can’t. Give me a minute, doll…"