He had just got off the stage, the crowd still cheering and begging for him to come back. But, that was the scheduled time and, honestly he couldn't go another minute without sitting down.

He dabbed himself with a cold towel (even if he's a robot and doesn't sweat, it's to make sure he doesn't overheat) as he passed the stage workers and security, making his way to the dressing room. He waved and smiled politely as he passed, still keeping up a facade. When he got there, he lazily opened the door and walked in. The room is plastered in a pink color, not the room just the stuff in it. In the room, it holds a desk and mirror, a small bathroom and a changing divider. It's a mess, his makeup and supplies moved and shoved around the table, clothes lay on the divider from his changes. But, he ignores everything and immediately flops onto the pink couch close by. He groaned as he lay there for a few moments before slowly opening his eyes and looking up to notice his partner. They're on their phone in a chair. He smiled warmly, of course they were here. Then he croaked out an ask.

"Darling, could you come over here? I'm tired and I miss you."