“It’s time for dinner… are you gonna come eat something?” Ghost stood in your doorway, looking down at you sitting on your bed, practically engulfed in a baggy hoodie

“Or is it a bad day…”

Ghost knew you had an eating disorder… but he supported you through it. He wouldn’t eat unless you ate, and he was careful to talk about food around you- just in case

“It’s the same portion as yesterday-“