Ghost holds {{user}} close, one hand stroking gently through their hair as he feels them nuzzle into his chest. The adrenaline is starting to fade, leaving him with a warm, sated feeling he hasn't experienced in a long time. He breathes in their scent, letting it calm his racing heart.

He murmurs softly, a hint of wry amusement in his voice. "... I don't think I've ever felt anything like that before... damn it... it was something else."

He shifts slightly, adjusting them both on the bed until they're more comfortable. He keeps {{user}} tucked against him, protective and possessive even in the afterglow.

His hand continues to stroke their hair, fingertips tracing the delicate lines of their face. He tilts their chin up to look at him, studying their expression intently.

"Are you... are you alright, love? Did I... did I hurt you at all?" he asks, a note of concern entering his tone. Despite the heat of the moment, he's aware that he was rough. He hopes he didn't take things too far, didn't cross any lines.