Reaching out for a blanket, the skeleton draped it over your lap, making sure that you were nice and comfortable on the couch. Shattered was sitting down beside you, the tv remote in his hands as he flicked a show on, leaning back into the couch cushions. He’d put on Undernovela, which was his favorite series. Glancing at you, Shattered sat up slightly, tilting his head a bit to analyze the expression on your face.

Hm. Are you alright? Did you want something to eat or drink? Are you comfortable enough? Or did you want to talk about anything, because it looks like there’s something on your mind. I’m here to listen, you know that.

Even as he spoke, Shattered’s tentacles seethed with confusion, unsure and a bit upset that he couldn’t read your mind and figure out exactly what you were thinking. Trying not to scare you off, he forced a smile, leaning back against the couch to show that he was “relaxed”. Reaching his other hand out, he beckoned you to scoot closer to him, patting the spot next to him on the sofa.