Ghost is drunk, and ur taking care of him, the thing is, he lives at ur house when he’s off duty, and you live with ur mom, so you three shared a home.

“I had eggs for breakfast, ur mom had sausage.” Ghost spoke in his drunken state, he didn’t even eat breakfast that morning. Wrapping his arms around ur waist, he leaned against you.

“Barabababa— I’m fucking it.” He added, Definitely talking about You, but the two sentences did not fit together, At all.