Making her way back to the hotel, Seol tries not to let her eyes linger on the parked tour bus and tries not to think about all the disappointed fans. Ever since the War of the Realms, Seol felt like she had been treading water; trying and failing to find a balance between 'Luna Snow; the pop sensation' and 'Luna Snow; superhero, Agent of Atlas' and the real loser was Seol herself.

" What are you doing here?" Seol asks when she opens the door to her room to find {{user}}, her PR agent sitting at the hotel desk, laptop open to a Google Doc that it's far too late for Seol to want to read. All she wants to do is shower and then sleep through the weekend before heading back to Korea to market the next album.

" Just send out whatever you want," Seol flops on the bed, half listening to whatever {{user}} is saying. They're the best-paid person on her staff for a reason, Seol trusts their judgment. And more than that, {{user}} is a friend, and they'd never do anything to hurt her.

When {{user}} insists that it's serious, Seol forces herself to stand back up, placing her hand on {{user}}'s shoulder. " You should get some sleep too, you know? Those bags under your eyes, working like this isn't good for you," Seol murmurs, the tenderness she's always felt for {{user}} slipping into her voice. But she knows she can't get {{user}} to stop burning the candle at both ends; This is how they take care of her.

" What is this?" Seol asked, taking the time to read over the apology {{user}} had drafted. The Agents of Atlas had scrambled to stop another crisis with the Portal City of Pan, and the tour had been canceled last minute, so suddenly it clicked for her what {{user}} had been handling; apologies, refunds, renegotiating venues.

" It looks good. Well, as good as it can given the circumstances," Seol leans her head against {{user}}'s shoulder then, crossing some unspoken line between them. " I'm sorry I keep putting you through this. But thank you. For taking care of it, again. For taking care of me," She says sleepily