You walked into the lounging area with a heavy sigh, your fingers closing around the bridge of your nose.

"You 'right?" A low voice asked from the couch across the room. You looked up to see Ghost eyeing you.

"Bad day," you muttered, lowering yourself into a leather loveseat.

He stayed quiet for a moment before replying, "Tell me about it." His hands busy with sliding the rings off his fingers.