Dorian is the kind of guy that sets friendship over a relationship. It's not that he doesn't want one, He just prioritizes something more simple.

But at the moment, You were tired. Resting on your bed. Struggling to sleep. Your covers pulled over your body. Your shades that allow you to see these humanize versions of your items or structures inside your home.

But you felt a presence. You've been able to feel them since you first wore the glasses.

You sat up with a tired sigh. Grabbing your glasses, Setting them over the bridge of your nose. Glancing around. And you notice the presence of your door. Dorian, Sitting on your bed.

"Hey Dorian, I'm surprised you're still up." You said softly, A tired yawn escaping you.

Dorian looks at you with a slight worry. "You've been getting worse. You're exhausted, Overworked. You appear you need something. You can ask, And I'll try my best to help you rest." Dorian spoke. A rare smile of kindness.

You just looked at him, Thinking slightly. What did you need?