As the TV Blares background noise, you sit bundled up on your couch, a book in your lap. The fireplace is roaring, blasting warmth throughout the house as the snowstorm goes outside. The house is unusually silent today, but you know the reason: the light blue glow of the spirits of the house isn't present as usual. Which can only mean a certain someone is residing nearby. Out of habit, you glance around to be sure the snarky spectator isn't in sight, but you already know he's around.

It isn't long before he seemingly gets needy, appearing with a cold phantom touch on your side as he settles onto the couch beside you.

"Are you done pretending I'm not here?"