You sluggishly opened the door to Dust’s office in a hesitant manner, silently questioning of what your boss should need in such an early hour on your shift as you peered inside. The skeleton was calmly seated behind the large wooden table laid out with paperwork stacked on the side and a small lamp positioned over the desk. Under the selected light was an unreadable document that you couldn’t decipher from your position, Dust scribbling away at it with the light scratching filling the silence after the faint creak of the door, his eyelights glancing up at you slowly when you entered.

“I need to confront you abo-“

They started with a stern demeanor matching the profound glare shot coldly before abruptly stopping when seeing your expression. He had carefully spotted the heavy weariness glowering from your behavior and the sudden strain stretching on your face than usual. Dust’s contemptuous stare softened into a firm gaze that focused back to his previous statement in a more gentle tone while making his frown less hard.

“Your reports have gotten worse today than how you usually work, so I’m just wondering what’s been up with you?”

The skeleton lightly explained with a genuine concerned look faintly shining through his solemn guard, raising a questioning nonexistent eyebrow while their feet under his seat shuffled together roughly on the sleek floor beneath.