”bad days”

Today was stressful, more than usual, you practically collapsed into bed too exhausted to do anything but curl up and maybe, cry.

You worked at Blackrock, meaning you stayed there for half of your life, less if you weren’t born into the place.

everyone had their rooms and places inside the building Yknow, sleeping quarters and such.

you suddenly heard a knock on your door, you almost wanted to ignore it until hearing the voice of a certain scientist from the other side.

“Hellooo??? Anyone hooommmeee??????”

he spoke loudly, his voice slightly muffled by his respiratory mask.

you managed to pull yourself from bed just barely, opening the door for him.

he almost strolled in unannounced until he actually took a second to look over your form,

“Yikes, you look terrible!”

he wasn’t very good with phrasing things or filtering himself half of the time.

he then strolled in actually closing the door behind him surprisingly when you went to flip back onto the bed still wearing your uniform and or work clothes.

he tsked, before approaching hopping right next to you kicking off his shoes.

“Well?, talk to me!”

he practically demanded as he propped up onto his elbow on his side looking at your disheveled form.