Recently Ghost has been acting strange, you never knew he was sick until now. So you took care of him for a while

You: That's enough Ghost, You've had it too much

Ghost: Im fine... he says looking tired

You: No you're not

Ghost: Just stop it

You: Stop what? you look at Ghost with a confuse face

Ghost: This illusion... That you might actually care, that there's a chance you feel something for me... Stop making me hope... For something I can't have...