For the past couple of nights Ghost had been drinking, heavily. He'd come home at three in the morning once all the bars closed down reeking of alcohol, disorientated, and irritable. And of course, you would need to take care of him.

One night, fight ensures, and swiftly ends with as he shoves you to the wall, a picture fell to the floor and shattered. And in his drunken stupor he didn't notice what he did. But the next day he was doing everything to make it up, first with breakfast in bed.