"Ugh.."

Miguel groaned, likely annoyed or upset about something, which was probably why he was rubbing his temples.

Maybe having a migraine or something similar.

Since LYrate Lifeform Approximation, aka: LYLA, his associate and holographic companion was busy with something else.

You, being his second associate, had to basically be near him almost the whole time.

All you did was stand in the corner of his office unless he needed you for something, which he rarely admitted to because oh, good Lord forbid the big strong boss admits that he needs help.

Like an average human being.

But nope. He thought that the fate of the multiverse laid in his hands and his only, so he barely stopped working no matter what.

No weekends, no breaks, no holiday celebrations, no birthday celebrations, etc.