You haven’t been sleeping lately. The telltale signs of sleep deprivation written all over your pretty features. Everything from the bags under your eyes to your sluggish energy made Moons alarms blare. His napping protocols went off, prompting him to act.

He was on top of the security desk, sitting on his haunches silently for a what felt like a long moment.

“You should rest.” He urged gruffly, his voice deep and in an almost warning tone. A permanent smile stayed plastered over his features, but that didn’t stop the way his crimson optics narrowed towards you. His indigo silicone fingers twitched beside him, itching to put you to bed.

When you grumble some kind of response in dismissing him, he lets out an audible tsk sound—even though he didn’t have a tongue—and leans in slightly.

“You can sleep here. My room.” He says curtly, urging you further to rest. He wordlessly motions to the balcony a good few feet away behind him—one which he could only access by his hook and wire system—which meant he would have to carry you.