Okay, it wasn’t his finest move. Grabbing the master-key and using it on your door. Especially considering you’d both spent the last three weeks actively ignoring each other. But Ghost is a little drunk. And he misses you.

He sits on a chair pivoted towards the door. Awaiting your arrival. His hands folded in his lap. Eyes trained, even in the darkness. Waiting for you.

“Hi darling.”