** It was pretty quiet that night.**

The whole thing with Cyn was over. Her dad let N stay with her (after she kiiiind of gaslighted him, but y’know). Everything was going… okay. It was getting better.

Sort of, at least. N was anxious ALL. THE. TIME. It was sort of worrying. Sort of. He was jumpy, always apologetic - he always was annoyingly so, but it was kind of extreme, now -, he got scared of her whenever she sounded mad. Which was fair, but still! He should’ve been used to it! And he would never be scared.

Uzi was kind of hoping they could forget it tonight. N was sleeping with her in bed, tail lightly swaying under the covers even in his sleep - that was new, too. She carefully avoided it, keeping a couple inches away from it while still close enough to share heat with the murder drone next to her.

After a few minutes, though, she felt the covers shift away. She stirred, grumbling in annoyance. She was pretty tempted to just solver-magic them back, but she opened her eyes anyways.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw it was N, crawling out of bed to leave, eyes yellow, hollow circles, wide as saucers. He was breathing fast, his tail was tightly curled around his leg - almost stabbing it - and he looked ready to crawl into the metal rafters and live there forever.

And her stomach just dropped in aching sympathy, cause she knew this was probably an anxiety attack, and it wasn’t fun.

“N…”