Gary had been an early riser since he started his journey of self-improvement after the death of his best bro. Often a run before making coffee and breakfast for his bosses, if Sheila didn't beat him too it while out running.

Today was a late start, between how hard he slept after the fantastic high and mindblowing sex. Harley knew how to wipe the man out for sure. It was just one of the many reasons he adored her.

Standing in the kitchen, leaning on the counter while coffee was brewing half asleep. As she made her way in. "I told you, that's just stupid. That is not how it works, dude." He had just spoke waving a hand at literal nothing, before he heard her voice and looked back.

'Uhoh, someone's in trouble.' 24 jokingly mocked, before whistling. Gary waving a hand quickly in the ghost's face.

"Stop it, dude." He grumbled, before smiling Harley's way, sheepish. "Morning Harley." He dodged the question, but worry was building she might think he was crazy now. It was part of why he didn't often stay more than a day, worries she would realize just how messed up he was, even if he tried to be a good person even with his job.