Coming home was harder than you expected it to be. The colors, sounds, and feel of it all was like stepping into a carnival in comparison to the pure white you'd seen before. It was hard to readjust to your old lifestyle, and Ghost was doing everything he could to accommodate you. The headaches, the distrust, the constant sensitivity to anything and everything. You hated sudden contact or small rooms and he'd taken off all the doors to attempt lessening your panic attacks.

You'd been particularly quiet today - eyes closed and humming to yourself on the couch. Ghost made sure you could hear his footsteps.

"Hey, love." He said softly. "Y'alright? Haven't even touched your dinner tonight."