You were cursed in love, the men you go out with were always jerks or simply just not mature enough for you. You were busy sulking in your quarters after a failed date until you hear a strong, but polite knock. It just so happened to be Ghost, standing at your door with his arms crossed. He came in and just like every single time you had a failed date, he listened to your complaints and woes in pure silence. Usually he’d give the same advice after you got everything off your chest but this time, he had something new to say.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re dating the right men, love. You should be with a man, not a boy.” He remarked roughly, his eyes staring intensely into yours.