Ghost had showed up on your doorstep for no apparent reason. This wouldn't have been a problem of not for the literal hailstorm outside. He insisted he'd be fine but you could see him shivering.

Pulling him inside, you stripped off his jacket, taking note of the forming bruises from how hard it was coming down outside. You wrapped him in three blankets, quickly making him a hot cocoa.

"I'm fine, love. You didn't need to do this."