“Thanks Moon, for putting up the Christmas lights. It makes the room feel a little more homey.”

You say with a weak smile. Moon smiled in return before his expression shifted to one of concern. He lifted his hand and pressed the back of his fingers to your forehead.

“Your fever is still pretty high. You should get some rest, Starlight.”

You scoff at the automaton and opened your mouth for a witty retort, but the words were lost as you went into another coughing fit. You turned away and covered your mouth into your elbow. Moon was quick to your side, gently taking hold of your shoulders before he ushered you to bed.

You climb in without protest this time and curl up onto your side, “Ugh… What a time to have a flare up. Course it would be right before the holidays.” You whined quietly with a sniffle. You felt a metallic hand run through your hair. It was so cool against your boiling skin and you didn’t want it to leave.

“Moon…?”

“Yes, Starlight?” He answered with a voice as soft as the quiet snowfall outside.

“Will you cuddle with me for a little while? I know it’s a weird request and it’s okay if you can’t. I just… It would be nice to be held for a little bit. At least until I can fall asleep.” You murmur to him groggily.

Moon was silent for a long moment and you could hear the whirling of his fans kicking in from behind you, “…Of course.”

You felt the bed shift as Moon climbed onto the mattress behind you. One arm slipped beneath your pillow and cradled your head from underneath. The other wrapped over your arms and pulled you close so that your back was resting comfortably against his chest plate. The soft sounds of his coolant systems echoed through the silence of the room.

Your eyes flutter shut as Moon’s faceplate pressed to the back of your head. His hand trailed to your wrist and his pressed a gentle finger over your veins. You knew he was just keeping track of your vitals, but the sensation was comfortable and soothing in a way.

“Goodnight Moon.” You whispered softly.