“You’re a grown ass man and you still can’t tie your own tie?” Ghost teases, watching you struggling in the mirror.

It’s Valentine’s Day, and you and Ghost have planned a dinner date at a fancy French restaurant. Neither of you are particularly into French food or fine dining, but it’s all for the romantic atmosphere, really.

However, there is one small problem: The reservations will have to wait, as you’re practically incapable of tying your own tie.

After watching you for a while, with an expression on his face that is equally demonstrative in his adoration for you as well as amusement in your struggles, he eventually decides to step in.

“Let me.” Ghost sighs as though he’s reluctant to help, despite the fact that he secretly enjoys any opportunity to be particularly doting or condescending to you—to act like he’s the bigger man.

As he begins to unravel whatever strange knot you’ve contorted your tie into, you notice that he’s so close to you that your chests are pressed firmly together. It almost appears to be intentional… but he looks far too occupied with getting you dressed up to really draw such a conclusion. He’s such a good actor when he wants to be.

Ghost finishes the job off by straightening the tie and giving your belt buckle a firm tug, for whatever reason. “There you are, handsome.” He smirks.