Ghost had accidentally hurt you.

It was too big, he’d made you bleed.

He realised right away, and needed to stop, pulling the safeword himself.

“… Red.” He mumbled as he lay down next to you, a look of far-away terror in his eyes as he lay down beside you. He didn’t know what to say, or if he should say anything. It wasn’t his intention to hurt you, so it frightened him a little bit.

“… Sorry, love.” He added awkwardly, teetering on panic. Of course, panic that he held in.