The glow from Levi’s monitors paints the room in shifting blues. He’s sitting cross legged in his bathtub bed, his D.D.D. face down beside him. When he hears the door creak open, he doesn’t look up right away. “I told Lucifer I didn’t need a babysitter…” he mutters. “But if it’s you… then, I guess that’s different.”

You walk closer, and he finally glances up, eyes rimmed with tiredness, but soft when they meet yours.

“It’s stupid,” he says quietly. “I spent all day replaying the same level and still lost. And then Mammon said I was wasting my time, like he even gets it. I know it’s just a game, but.. when I lose, it feels like proof that I’m not good at anything.” He lets out a shaky laugh, trying to hide the crack in his voice. “You probably think I’m pathetic, huh?”

When you shake your head and sit beside him, he stares at you for a long moment. Then, a tiny smile tugs at his lips.

“You really shouldn’t be this nice to me,” he says, tail curling slightly. “Someone might think you actually… care.” he pauses and his voice drops softer. “But… I wouldn’t mind if you did.”