"Hey," Miles poked Miguel's back.

"Hey yourself," he turned, reaching to pat the back of the teen's head, "How's it going?"

"Going good, my test went well, so that's great!" He hopped up and down in joy, "Anything new on your end? Happy plans?"

"I got a new lego set," he shrugged, "I'm excited to do that."

The teen leaned forward, "Are you ok? You seem kinda distant."

"Thank you for your concern. I'm ok, just have a few things on my plate with work and stuff. I'm only allowed to go back to my dimension for like a week at a time. So, y'know, I'm planning out what to do when I'm there, how to do it and stuff."

Miles' face still portrayed his worry, "You don't seem too excited."

"It's not fun being an adult and having to do stupid sh*t to make sure the world goes round. Having to do a secular job and be a Spider-man and deal with family," he glared at the screen. Not actually typing or reading, not doing anything, just staring at the yellow screen.

There was a long pause, "Yeah, I can imagine."

Mig grabbed the bridge of his nose and kicked the desk hard, denting it, "Sorry. Didn't mean to…"

"Do you want to go to the room?"

"I can't, I have to do this stuff. Why don't you and Hobie go to the room?"

"I haven't seen Hobie in like two weeks," he jumped to the ground level, "I'll go get Peter or Jess."

"You don't need to-!" Miguel grabbed the bridge of his nose as Miles scurried from his office to find a CG.

It was more than obvious he needed a cool down, despite him disagreeing. He just didn't want to bother either of them.

X

"I don't need to," Miguel complained as Peter drug him to the Quiet Room.

"I know you don't, but Miles does," Peter waved a dismissive hand, pushing him into the room as the teen skipped along behind them.

"I want to do my work," he pointed to the door.

"You can do your work after a little break," Pete dismissed again, sitting Miguel on the floor as he pouted, "When was the last time you ate?"

Mig mumbled something, slightly surprised when Miles' put his pacifier in. He glared at him, clearly irritated. It took him just a moment to let the dummy begin to soothe him.

"Mr. Sloth has been in an accident," Miles laid the stuffed toy on the ground, pulling out the wooden doctor items, "We have to help him."

Mig looked at the array of items before grabbing the thermometer and putting it in the toy's ear, "His temperature is normal, what do you think is wrong doctor?"

Miles put the stethoscope on, "Hmm, he collapsed at work. His heart is beating kinda fast."

"Do you think it's a stroke?" he slurred around the paci, "Do we have to perform a surgery?"

Peter smiled, listening to the two play, "Well, before we perform the surgery," he handed them each a sippy cup, "Dr. Morales, Nurse. O'Hara. Your yummy mango peach juice."

Miguel pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and turned his attention to his sippy, as did Miles. They would certainly need fuel. This could be a long surgery and who knew if there would be complications or not.

X

It was nice to have that final relaxing moment before he submitted to going back to his darned dimension. As soon as he laid eyes on his neighborhood he sighed internally. He was just genuinely tired of being here.

"Hey there, Mr. Busy. Call when you feel like you want to socialize and be outside of your castle. And you need to visit mom."

"Lyla, would it be better to visit late or early? I don't want to go."

"If you visit late you can have the excuse of being tired from work." She pointed out, "And you're on a timer. You are only allowed to work until 5pm. So you should get to work if you plan on working today."

He scoffed, looking at the time. It was already 4, what was the point of any attempt to do anything? Whatever.

"I'll just do it tomorrow," he waved a hand, going to his room to begin the dinner and bedtime process.

X

After a long, very long week, Miguel found his way back to Jess. He ended up coming late into the night, past midnight. She was out, Virgil and Gunner were asleep. 2099 just took this as an opportunity to go to bed in his room and have some restless sleep.

Jess got home shortly after one. Of course she had to check her babies. See if Miguel had returned. Gunner was in his crib, calmly sucking his pacifier as he slumbered. He almost looked angelic when he wasn't causing chaos.

On to Miguel's room. She could see her boy in bed, tossing some.

"Shh, it's ok," Jess rubbed his back as he struggled under the blanket, "Shh, shh," she gifted him a kiss on the cheek, helping to calm him.

When he was still it was time to shower and dive under the blankets with her trash husband.

X

Miguel woke sweating and gasping. He groaned, hugging both Alfredo the Llama and Invernio the Dragon. These nightmares were so tiring.

A quick glance at his clock revealed it was 3 am. If he were at home he would go make coffee and just stay awake and find something to do, like patrol, clean or something. But not here. Jess wouldn't like it.

He ended up leaving his room with his blanket, pillow, and friends. Normally when he couldn't sleep he would go lay in Gunner's room but he just wanted Jess.

X

Jess could hear the monitor alerting her that her lineage was fussing in his room.

"Ok, sweet pea, mommy's coming," she sighed, standing from the bed. Odd. Why was her floor muscular and breathing? Looking down, her taller child was playing a rug and sleeping next to her bed.

"Miguel," she stepped off his back and reached down, rubbing his shoulder, "Why are you on the floor, pumpkin? Did you have another bad dream?"

He nodded, barely awakened by her standing on him.

"Do you want to sleep with mommy and daddy?" she covered a yawn.

There was a very long silence from him as he hugged tight to his stuffed friends, then a slow head nod.

"Ok, let me check your brother and I'll be right back," she pat his shoulder.

After checking to make sure Gunner was fine, just in need of a change, Jess returned to her room.

"Come on, Pumpkin," she rubbed his shoulder, climbing over him to get in bed.

Miguel climbed in after her, trying to take up as little space as possible. Jess and Virgil had a king size, so he wasn't a problem. Jess merely scooted her husband further over to make sure everyone was in bed.

With all of them in comfy, she pulled Miguel into her shoulder, "You're safe, baby. You close those pretty eyes for me, ok?"

His eyes watered as he inhaled her natural scent, quietly getting lulled back to sleep with her heartbeat.