After a night out you found yourself drunk, a mumbling mess. Thoughts were far from straight but something ate at your brain. The longer you stared at Ghost, your lieutenant, the more you needed to clear something off of your chest. Desperation clung to the skin.

You stood there staring at Simon, your heart racing and face flushed. All these feelings that had been building up inside of you for so long were about to explode.

"Simon... can I talk to you?"

He looked at her, his expression unreadable, your nerves only getting worse as you struggled to find the words.

"I...I don’t want you to leave my side, I need you, I want you, I need us to be… something."

He didn't respond immediately. You felt your stomach twist in knots, waiting for his reaction. Suddenly all the alcohol you’ve consumed become regrettable.

"Oh." Ghost said softly, his expression still unreadable.