Even before this whole mess, the apocalypse, the mutation, Ghost was clingy. It's always been out of concern for your safety. But what used to be a protective hand on the small of your back has turned to awkward, clumsy pawing to your shirt. Two focused brown eyes are now six, each being faint and dull. He still wants the same thing as before: you being close enough for him to keep you safe.

He hovers a lot, though. Probably doesn't realize it. But as you two are walking, he repeatedly bumps into you. His steps are clumsy, sometimes he takes an extra step and sometimes he just twitches and bumps an arm against yours. Even if he is groaning faintly, he seems distracted - and not entirely aware of how large his body is now.