Ghost knew your bike meant a lot to you, so when it broke after an accident, he offered the little help he could. Mostly moral support.

That evening you were in the garage again, working to detach the back wheel, which was bent at a horrible angle. You were sat on the concrete while it was lifted in front of you. You let out another sigh of frustration, but quickly felt Ghost’s presence behind you. He had come to watch you work on it again.

Was he taking notes, or did he like to watch?