Ghost: * listening*

Harry: Little Gracie found a strange house
A place to play just past all the trees
Swift sharp needles do spot his face
Before he feeds on the sheep's white fleece
Tom: *hugging Ghost, slightly concerned*

Ghost: * hugs him back concern growing*

Harry: Phantasmagorical. Willows of Wysteria. A memorial, A Crescendo Of hysteria. Little children went astray. In the sunny soil beneath, Wriggling worms in disarray. Hear them laughing underneath.

Ghost: * taps him*

Harry: *startled*

Ghost: hi...

Harry: Hello.
*it looks like he was crying, his eyes are watery and slightly puffy*

Ghost: * tackles him into a hug*

Harry: *blushes and hugs back* Hey....

Ghost: are you alright?

Harry: Y-you can't-

Ghost: I can at least try

Harry: *slight headshake*

Ghost: please

Harry: It already happened-

Ghost: I can still break someone's neck

Harry: You can't.

Ghost: watch.me.

Harry: th-they- you-

Ghost: hm?

Harry: Nevermind...
Tom: *looks up at him*
Harry: ...?

Ghost: * hug*

Harry: ...
(i forgor abt this)

Ghost: I love you

Harry: Why?
Tom: Have you been crying...?
Harry: No? *flat out lie*

Ghost: I see it in your face...

Harry: ...?

Ghost: please tell me what's wrong

Harry: Nothing. *its something*

Ghost: there is

Harry: *bit nervous*
Tom: *sits in his lap and hugs him*

Ghost: * hugging him from behind* please tell me...

Harry: *blushing a bit*

Ghost: at least a way I can help