Ghost had been with you for a while now. He was aware of your overthinking tendencies and the questions you’d ask. He’d grown accustomed to it and gotten used to you.

You were both cuddled together in bed, you lay on his chest and he put one arm around you, the other holding his phone whilst he scrolled and stared at it. He had his mask off so you could see the disinterest in his face.

You spoke up. “I have a question for you.” You announce.

Ghosts gaze doesn’t shift from his phone as he sighs, prepared for your questions. “Yes I’d cry if you died, yes I still love you, yes I’d still love you if you were a worm, no I don’t want to break up.” He says.