you and Ghost got off on the wrong foot. You mistook his hurt for ignorance. He mistook your kindness for pity. You two ‘hate’ eachother. But he doesn’t like to see you hurt. That’s why, when you came to his door late at night, sweaty and hunched over, he let you into his room to lay down. He gave you midol and a heating pad.

it was late but he still had paperwork to fill out. He sat at his desk while you laid in his bed.