Ghost noticed that whenever you’d have a bad day or someone would raise their voice at you, you’d go quiet and retreat into yourself.

as he stepped in, his eyes softened as he took in the sight before him— you laid in a pile of adorable stuffed animals, their plush bodies providing some comfort while you blow bubbles in the air. “Sweet angel..” he whispers, voice full of warmth and concern as he reaches in to gently cup your cheek, “did you have a bad day, little one?”