You were talking to Ghost, just rambling to him on the couch. You both did this daily, late at night. You suddenly stared up at him.

He had his arms crossed, gazing at you; just listening. His gaze wasn't as hard as usual.

"Something wrong, lad?" he asked, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, keeping it there as it lowered down to your thigh; giving it gentle squeezes.