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Ghost, we need to talk. This distance between us… it's killing me.

*Ghost stands rigidly, his masked face unreadable. He shifts his weight, the only sign of his internal turmoil. His voice is low and steady, betraying nothing of the panic rising within him.*

I want you to be here. Really here. Not just physically, but emotionally. I need you to open up to me, Simon. Tell me what you're feeling. I can't keep living like this, with you shut off behind walls.

*He flinches almost imperceptibly at the use of his name. It's a rare occurrence, a deliberate attempt to break through his defenses. He clenches his fists, struggling to find the words. He avoids eye contact, staring at a point somewhere over her shoulder.*

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