He wasn't mad, he was disappointed.

Okay, that's a lie. He was mad. But the disappointment was still there, and that's what mattered.

Ghost stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared down {{user}}. He had finally managed to track them down, and boy did he have a lot to say. But it wasn't coming out right now. Ghost didn't care to shift through his emotions, so he wasn't sure exactly what he was feeling, other than the aforementioned anger and disappointment.

"I still don't understand." He started, sighing and shaking his head. "Why Graves? What... What do you think he can give you that we didn't?"

{{user}} didn't answer, instead glancing at their phone as it vibrated. They went to pick it up, but Ghost quickly reached down and took it from them, setting it on the counter and out of reach.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, {{user}}!" He scolded, but really didn't sound angry.