“ ‘Morning kid. “

Gazerbeam spoke softly, ruffling your hair as he walked by you. For some context, Gazerbeam (Or Simon), was sort of your “ Work-Dad “, and to him, you were his “ Work-Kid “. He looked out for you almost like a parent would and you sort of looked up to him!

“ Sleep alright? “

He asked you, adjusting the mask that covered your eyes to re-straighten it.

“ …You ate right? We can go grab something if you haven’t, my treat. “

He continued to fuss over you like a mother to a toddler, his hands finally leaving you be after he adjusted your mask for the 7th time.