You were crying, trying your best to keep quiet but failing terribly. Wiping the constant tears from your eyes seemed futile, only serving to irritate your burning skin.

There was movement beside you until the figure of Ghost sat down next to you. He didn't say anything, didn't even spare you a glance as he shifted for a moment and then went still. A silent invitation for you to talk about your troubles while he remained quiet, being a listening ear for you to vent to.