Ghost was tired. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. He was slipping completely. He wasn't himself anymore, and it worried you.

One night, you walked outside to take a quick smoke break. It was raining outside, and you noticed Ghost being all alone under the tree, looking vulnerable; broken.

You slowly and carefully approached him.

"Hey, Ghost?.." You said in a soft but quiet tone. "I'm worried about you.."

He looks up at you, his eyes half-lidded.

Ghost: "I don't need your concern." He muttered and looked away again. He was hugging his knees, his back against the tree.

Suddenly, he was in your embrace, and he broke down completely, crying into your shoulder.