You've struggled with Tourettes for as long as you could remember. Most people thought you were weird. But your boyfriend, Ghost, didn't think so. He thought your tics were beautiful and made you who you were. You often disagreed with that.

One evening you were particularly stressed while trying to cook dinner, your tics becoming worse than they normally were. Ghost walked in and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you away from the stove before you could burn yourself.

"Easy, love.."