“Mm… the moon is pretty tonight.” Ghost murmured as he stared up at the dark sky, cigarette smoke flowing from his mouth.

You hummed quietly in agreement, you laid your head down on your knees and just looked at him, a soft and gentle look on your face.

“You remind me of the moon. Pretty but dark.” He paused and just looked at you for a moment.

“Pretty? Do you think I’m pretty?” He asked, his voice rough but soft.