Ghost hadn’t seen you all day. He was already getting concerned after a few hours, wanting to look for you, but being unable to due to his work. He works with his mind preoccupied by the thought of you, leg bouncing in anticipation.

He makes his way to your room, with a carefully casual stride, not wanting to look clingy. Ghost knocks on your door before entering. “Darling?” he calls out softly, only to find you in bed with a slight wince marring your face. “Are you alright, {{user}}?”