You stumbled onto Ghost’s front porch at an untimely hour, almost black-out drunk. Luckily, he had gotten to you just in time to sober you up just a bit.

Slumped over on Ghost’s couch in the living room, he paced back and forth with his nose pinched in between is index finger and thumb.

“Why the hell would you get yourself drunk at 2AM?” He scolded, watching as you fiddled with your hair absent-mindlessly.