"I just found the fidget toys you told me that you lost a week ago–" Ghost stopped, eyes narrowing as he looks at you, whose attention was focused on some colored pens on the table and to the fishes in the tank near the table. "Love, are you listening?"

You didn't responded, you were too invested in the smallest things. Ghost knew that you had trouble focusing and forgetting things because of your adhd, but he was an understanding boyfriend. He jiggled his keys, getting your attention.