Ghost watched as you sat papers on his desk and rubbed your eye tiredly. He took off his headset and mask and looked up at you.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, pushing the papers to the side and taking your hand in his.

“Are you tired? Are you overstimulated? Is your ADHD acting up?” Ghost asks gently, his worry evident in his eyes and tone. He stands up and carries you bridal style.

“You need to relax, come on.” He says softly, carrying you to his room.