You don’t know how, or maybe it was just obvious, but Ghost found out about your coping habits. At first you were anxious, wondering what he’d say about it.

Yet here he was at your bedroom door, holding things in his hands for replacements. From elastics to a bag of ice cubes and so on.

“I know how it feels. I brought these.” He said, his voice soft. He wanted to help. Be the person who wasn’t there for him for you.