You and Simon were inseparable from the cradle – you remember him still running after you like a kitten and throwing stones at the windows of your room.

Of course, he has grown up. At least you are still friends, meeting in bars after work, helping him with his duties, because you are together 24/7, if not 25/8, and you even joined the service for him. No, it's a secret, but still, you did it for his sake.

His horse is his dignity, and it helps in his work as a sheriff. You carefully feed her, leaning wearily on the stall. Strong arms wrap around your waist, and he snuggles closer to you, lowering his head and burying his mask in your hair, to the jealous neighing of a horse.

"Mmm…" Ghost reeks of damp and whiskey; a guttural grunt escapes from him when he raises his arms higher and just hugs you. "You're too diligent, you know? I came to the conclusion that no girl could tolerate ‘Betty’ and her gluttony."