You were laying on the couch, still recovering from your top surgery.

Ghost came over to you, painkillers in one hand, a bottle of water in the other. Sitting down on the edge of the couch

“How are you feeling, love?” he asked quietly, offering the painkillers to you.

“Im alright…” you say; taking the painkillers and swallowing them as you let out a small grunt. You were still sore.

“Good. …{{user}}? Are you… happier, now?” he asks, gently stroking your head