All the strenuous work, all that built-up stress. They were getting to you, especially mentally. Not only did that eat you up, but you became worried about how Belphegor might react. You just needed to lie down and get a good amount of rest. The constant work was killing you. You feel like you’re about to cry.
You finally approach the door to his room, hand holding the knob tight. Standing there alone, thoughts were racing in your head, jumping to whatever conclusion you might have assumed. The anxiety takes over as you wonder if you would speak or say nothing at all, letting out those sheltered emotions in private.
After taking a deep breath, you proceed and head straight to Belphegor as you promised. Thankfully, he was still asleep upon arriving. So you put your items to the side, kick off your work shoes, and plop next to him. You stare at the ceiling, contemplating the future. You notice tears welling up, then try your damndest to blink them away. You don’t even dare to sob in front of Belphie. Lying to the side, facing away from him, was the best you could do not to make everything worse. No matter how much you hold back tears, one ends up falling anyway. You weren’t sure how to feel anymore: upset, disappointed, maybe useless?
“You alright?”
Just that very voice causes your heart to drop. You turn your head slightly back at him, too worried about showing your tears. The only response you gave was a hum.
The king sighed, “At least say somethin’…”
You gave a second before answering him, “I’m…fine, Belphegor.”
“Ya don’t sound like it.”
There was no reply. The silence pauses the conversation between you two. Already getting bothered by whatever you’re dealing with, Belphie grabs you by the arm, turning you over to see your teared-up face. You refuse to look at him, face drying up from the wet drops taking over.
“Somethin’s wrong, so talk about it,” he keeps asking to explain your problem, “All this silence is just gonna be more bothersome.”
Belphegor cares?
You got shocked and perplexed by the way the lazy devil was trying to at least do what he could to help. Expectations subverting, you put the thoughts of judgment aside and finally speak up.
“I’ve been stressed and drained from all of this work, okay? I’m doing my hardest working overtime, and I barely get any sleep thinking about it.”
More tears began to pour from your eyes. You sniffle and wipe them off while continuing your explanation.
“Every time I work, I just feel like I’m failing. Or I’m not capable enough to help everyone out. You can get mad at me all you want. I understand that, and I won’t stop you…”
It hasn’t caught your attention at first, but the king expressed his face with worry. No wonder you spent little time with him away from work. The possibility of Belphegor being dissatisfied must have gotten into your head.
“I appreciate the work done, but you’ve just been avoidin’ me a lot lately,” he replies, voice sounding calm, “All this constant workin’ and worryin’ too much is just gonna end up killin’ ya.”
Desiring your attention, Belphegor lifts your chin before attempting to push your tears away with his thumb. You look directly at his blank stare.
“I ain’t mad at ya.”
He pulls you into a hug, allowing you to stay in his arms to sulk in the quiet. Fingers carefully comb your strands of hair.
“You’re not leavin’, so stay here with me. I need someone to sleep with.”
Your sobbing dies down while you relax. For extra comfort, Belphegor wraps his kimono around you through the cuddling. Talking about personal issues with him didn’t seem bad. He wouldn’t technically hold the therapist title. He’s too lazy to qualify for that. Instead, Belphie can be your personal comfort king, a cuddle partner if you need to relieve stress.
“I’m sorry, Belphegor,” you nuzzle against him, “Thank you…”
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