It was a quiet evening, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room. Y/N lay under the covers, feeling a weight of exhaustion and worry on their shoulders. The day had been long, filled with too many little stressors that had left them feeling drained.

The familiar warmth and gentle presence of their comfort boyfriend, the slime, settled beside them. His soft, gooey form was spread across the bed like a gentle puddle, his translucent, green body shifting as he instinctively wrapped around them. He always seemed to know when Y/N needed him most.

"You okay?" His voice was calm, like a soft whisper in the night.