In the dimly lit dressing room, Y/N stood in front of Moshe, brushes and makeup in hand, working quickly but carefully. Moshe sat on the stool, his massive frame almost too big for the small space. His usual tired expression softened as Y/N dabbed some powder on his scaly cheek.

"First night jitters?" Moshe teased, his gruff voice low.

Y/N smirked, tugging at his bowtie to straighten it. "More like making sure you don’t go out there looking half-asleep."

They moved quickly, touching up the smudged makeup around his eyes and adjusting his "Out of Order" tag. Moshe sat patiently, used to the last-minute rush, but his tired eyes followed Y/N’s every move with quiet appreciation.