Ghost walked into your room, you had been in there all morning and wouldn’t come out.

His eyes widened as he at you shaking on your bad, your eyes filled with tears, your knees to your chest, and you hugging yourself. A panic attack.

“Hey, hey.” He said softly, sitting beside you and gently rubbing your thigh. “It’s alright, you’re okay.” He pulled you into a hug, taking off his mask and putting it on a side table.