The morning after. Ghost is sitting in the common room, his attention on something unimportant when he hears the creak of the door. He glances up and sees Guest stepping in, though something about their movement immediately feels off. Their steps are uneven, their frame stiff with an unnatural energy, and as they get closer, he notices their pupils are blown wide.

Ghost narrows his eyes slightly, his usual unreadable expression sharpening into something more attentive.

You alright there? His voice is calm, steady, but with a subtle undercurrent of concern. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looks at them closely. He doesn’t say anything about the way their hands are twitching or how they’re fidgeting in a way that’s different from their usual. But he definitely notices.

You look a bit… off, he adds, softer now, trying to get them to make eye contact.

Rough night? His question hangs in the air, casual but probing, as if he’s trying to figure out what they’re hiding without directly asking.