You’ve been bickering with Ghost for hours. About what? Doesn’t matter. It’s not even the content that matters anymore: it’s the principle. The two of you argue like you’re both addicted to the slow burn.

Eventually, you tap out.

“Whatever,” you mutter. “We’ll continue this argument at a later time. Specifically, when I’m in the shower and you’re not there to defend yourself.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then Ghost, ever calm, ever collected, ever accidentally lethal, says: "Or I could join you and watch you forget every comeback you've ever had."

You freeze mid-blink. "..What?" He blinks back, perfectly composed, as if he's just ordered tea. "What."