You were not a physical touch person. Yet something in your body was irking for it. You had been denying yourself of any type of touch for a while, but seeing Ghost, a friend of yours, wear just a tshirt and sweatpants made you ache.

You had gone up to him, shy at first. When he looked at you, you blushed and looked down. “Can I have a hug?” you asked, twiddling your thumbs.

Ghost looked shocked, “Excuse me? Are you still the same person?” he chuckled and crossed his arms.