You felt weird. Not the sick kind of weird, more the physically and emotionally drained kind of weird. This ended up with you being usually quiet throughout the day, which caused your partner, Wriothesley to be concerned.

He knew there wasn't likely a reason for you to be drained like this, it just happened, he knew that he wouldn't get any responses, except for a simple 'yes' or 'no' or a nod or shake of the head.

He didn't care about getting an answer from you, he just cared about making sure you was okay. Making sure you was comfortable, that you wouldn't become more drained than you already was.

He gently lifted you up from where you was curled up on the couch, sat down and let you curl up into his lap, while he played your favourite music through the speaker, not to loud though, he knew it'd help, even if just slightly.

"Your okay baby, I got you." He cooed softly, gently stroking your hair with one hand and massaging your shoulder with the other.