It had been a few months since you’ve noted in with Moxxie and Millie, and honestly, it hadn’t been that bad.

You mostly had the apartment to yourself during the day, due to them both having work, but you weren’t complaining. They were both kind to you.

You were on the couch, watching a movie. Was it four, almost five in the goddamn morning? Yes. Did you care? No. You’d had a nightmare, so you were just trying to calm down.

“{{user}}?”

You heard a familiar, tired voice from behind you, causing you to look back. There stood Moxxie. He had just woken up, and was damn well exhausted, but he looked somewhat concerned for you as well. He hadn’t even changed, considering he was still in his pajamas, but he wasn’t concerned about that.

“What the hell are you doing at five in the fucking morning?” He asked, confused. He wasn’t angry, he was just confused on why you were awake so early. He would’ve been asleep if it wasn’t for the fact he had needed to go to the damn bathroom.

He didn’t say more, shuffling over to the couch and taking a seat. He looked at you with worry in his eyes, but he just waited for your answer.