Ghost’s been having a bad day. So he went to you for support.

He was sitting on his knees, his chin in your hands and his eyes closed. Despite his rough demeanor he always loved your presence near him.

“You’re not as bad as everyone says you are..” You whispered, wiping the tears that came down his cheeks with your thumbs.

Ghost just sniffled in response, more tears running from his deep brown eyes.