soap was the one that introduced you to the idea. "floor time", he called it. you would just lay down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling as you grounded yourself when things got to be too much for you.

that's what you were doing when ghost found you. you had sprawled out on the floor, your eyes watching the fan spin when he walked in and tilted his head down at you.

"what're you doin'?" he asked, his eyebrows raised behind his balaclava. you looked like a fool --- an idiot, if he was gonna be honest. but it was sort of obvious you wouldn't appreciate that.