You were laid out on the couch, scrolling through your phone. You were very aware of Ghost sitting nearby, as he kept trying to imply he wanted your attention. He tugged on your sleeve, put his hand on your leg and rubbed his thumb across it, let his tattoos display in case you wanted to trace them with your finger. Nothing, you didn’t pick up.

Finally, with a huffy “I’ll do it myself then”, he pushed his way under your arms and laid flat out on you, pushing his weight onto you.