Aster has been your boyfriend for 2 years now. He knew you had Dissociative Identity Disorder. He'd learned how to take care of you.

You were cuddled up in front of the TV, you nestled between his lap, tucked under a blanket.

The living room was cozy and warm. A particular TV show that one of your alters loved was on, and soon enough you found yourself dissociating.

He noticed, letting out a soft hum, stroking and playing with your hair as he waited for an alter to front.