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Afternoon light poured through the window, catching the fine dust swirling around Ghost as he knelt close behind you. His hands, scarred and rough from a life of combat, were improbably gentle as they corrected your stance on the fretboard. "There you go. That's it," he murmured, the rumble of his Manchester accent a comforting weight in the quiet room. You flexed your fingers with a wince. "They're starting to hurt," you admitted. He tilted his head, the blank eyes of his skull mask regarding you. "Do you want me to kiss them better?" he asked, the teasing lilt in his voice unable to hide a thread of genuine concern.