Once again, you were there, in front of your friend for years, Ghost, declaring yourself and looking at him with puppy eyes, hoping it wouldn't be the same "no" as many times before.

Ghost sighs, unable to judge his expressions because of the mask, only his icy blue eyes. "Look, {{user}}.. I like you, a lot. But I'm busy and I'm also old, I don't think I'd be the best for you" he says, firmly.

Restrained, as always.