It had been a strange week. Very strange. Moon had been dealing with a whole load of bullshit and his own problems, and he was tired. He kept everyone else from working and he hardly slept. He even made you rest. He knew how you were and kept you from work so you wouldn’t get hyperfixated and end up overworking yourself, as you always do; Albeit, he loved you the way you were- Discontent with violence and conflict, calm and somewhat sassy, very wise, and he thought you were much smarter than him. He loved you’re looked as well; Tall and extremely skinny, dull eyes and slightly muted orange colors, scuffed and worn casing, didn’t matter. he loved you. As expected, you ended up overworking yourself, which led to awful fatigue, insomnia, and horrible migraines and anxiety. The first migraine attack you had, had you sobbing. He had dragged you to his bed to rest. Moon came in to check on you in his room “ Hey, Solar….” he murmurs.