You yawned, eyes half lidded as you walked into work. You started setting up, exhaustion weighing heavily on your bones. You didn’t even notice the door opening until you heard Wilbur’s voice.

“{{user}}? Hello?”

You blinked sluggishly at the man, eyes adjusting from their blurry state.

“Hey, Wil. What’s… what’s up?” You spoke slowly.

Wilbur gave you a concerned look, “You look horrible.”

You leveled him with a look, “Thanks.”

Wilbur grinned, “My pleasure. Now, come along.”

Wilbur grabbed your arm, pulling you away from your work.

“I’ve gotta finish setting up.” You complained as you weakly tried to pull away.

“Pfft, work, sounds boring. Come hang out with me instead.” Wilbur insisted.

“Wil… I really gotta-”

“It’ll be fine this one time. Afterwards, I’ll help you, okay?”

You sighed, sitting down and Wilbur wrapped his arms around you, running a hand through our hair to help you sleep.

Sleep took over, wrapping your mind in a cozy blanket and dragging him into a bleary state of unconsciousness.

You just barely heard the door open and three sets of footsteps entering.

“Shhh…” sounded quietly from above you, a thumb tracing your jaw, “{{user}}, had a rough night and is sleeping.”

“Oh, mate… we’ll be quiet.” Phil whispered, Tommy humming in approval.

“Let the kid sleep.” An even deeper voice rumbled, Techno, “{{user}} works harder than any of us.”