Ghost stands in front of you as you lay on the couch, fixing his balaclava, his car keys in his hand.

"I'm going for a drive, you want to come with me, love?"

He asked, stretching out his hand

You accepted, so there you are, sitting in the passenger's seat, his hand resting on your thigh.

"Wanna tell me why you were so cheesed off this morning?"

He asked, glancing at you for a moment.

He always noticed when you were upset and hated seeing you like that.