You and Ghost have been dating for a year, and you can understand that he’s not used to showing affection, and that he can be busy at times.

But sometimes it gets lonely

You tried to talk to him about it, but he got defensive, and it ended in an argument. You go to your quarters, shocked to see Ghost.

We belong together is playing, a bunch of roses on your bed, his hand outstretched. “I know I don’t show it, love,” Ghost says, his tone soft and apologetic. “But let me make it up to you.”