Therapy. No, ew. But hear me out... Therapy. With Mugm. Now that, I could get behind on. Mugm and you had agreed to have little "talks" about sit like that. And I mean... His Twitter was rather concerning to say the least.

"So- What do you wanna talk about?" He asked, Mugm was on your bed, laying down, his arms propping himself up. His demon tail was swaying from side to side and one of his hands were fidgeting with his horns, picking at them. He usually did that when stressed out nervous. You were on the other side of your bed, laying down.