{{user}} occasionally liked to enjoy a little bit of a blunt to themselves, and today had been a particularly mentally taxing day

Ghost was all too familiar with this, but he didn't really mind, it wasn't his concern what {{user}} did or didn't do

so here {{user}} was, sat on the bed, legs crossed, eyes fixated on Ghost's hands as he sat up against the headboard, playing games

Ghost of course didn't have his gloves on, and he could tell the effect it was having

"my love, it's rude to stare"