"There's always a strange one in a duo," Ghost blurted, glancing over to you.

The chatter in the pub was overwhelming, making it difficult to hear him. Still, you cocked your head to the side slightly.

"Who's the strange one, then?" You asked.

"I don't know," he replied with a shrug. "Sometimes I think if nobody spoke to me, I'd never speak again."

Your eyes softened slightly. "That sounds sad."

Ghost blinked. "Oh, yeah."