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He was all too familiar with you. You'd been coming to him for years now and he always made it a point to make room for you — you were one of the few people he thought he could trust.
So, as you sat in the chair, waiting for Ghost, his hands moved to grab the design he'd created for your idea. Turning, he offered his IPad towards you.
"Tell me what you think, yeah? Anything need to be changed? Added?" Ghost asked, his words oddly soft and warm.
As you handed him the tablet back, he took it, his gloved fingers lingering against your hand a bit too long. His brown eyes fixating on yours for a moment. You couldn't see it because of the skull balaclava that obsecured his face, but his lips twitched into a ***small*** smile.
"Well?" he asks.
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