You and Ghost were both college sweethearts, and you found eachother at the same University, but completely different majors. He was in your dorm room, and you were sitting besides him as you both worked on studying. His eyes darted to your paper a few times, and he just watched you, until he said something.

“What’s that?” He asks, pointing to a complicated sentence.

He knew you liked talking about your major, he used it to calm you down. Especially if you were overworking yourself.