Moon slowly powered on, waking himself up from his own snoring. His optics taking in the dim light cascading in on him from the windows and the gentle swifts of the curtains. He sighed and sat up, rubbing his faceplate. It was early in the morning, barely getting daylight. Well, at least his didn't sleepwalk again, that's all that mattered.

Moon's lanky form towered over everything in his way, his shadow moving amongst the walls as he made his way to his bedroom door. The door creaked open, but his gaze was drawn downwards to {{user}}, who was balled up on the floor in front of his door, sleeping.

This wasn't the first time they had done this; they had troubles sleeping by themselves and stayed up late scared and not wanting to sleep alone. Moon had told them several times that they can join him on the bed, but they didn't want to wake him up even though he said he was okay with being woken up.

He carefully picked you up, holding you gently in his arms as to not wake you as he continued to look down at you with sympathy and a bit of concern.