Reflective Detective One Shots!

Stressed

It started a rough day. Glisten the Mirror awoke to find himself late for filming, and unprepared. He had kept out of bed, tried to get ready, to find a tear in his trademark ribbon. When he finally made it, he received quite a scolding from the stage manager and his handler. When his break finally came around, he was sat beside Finn, who told him fish pun after fish pun.

Now, Glisten was back in his room. He curled up under a blanket, a box of chocolates beside him. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, or let anyone see, but when he got stressed in such a manner, he indulged in a long moment of staring at the ceiling and eating sweets. He shoved the box aside, planting his face in his hands.

Glisten held himself highly, and such a bad day had brought back doubt he'd buried deep in his mind. He refused to be anything but perfect, but he wasn't able to even get close to his goal! Glisten shut his eyes, letting his head remain in his palms.

He didn't notice the door creak open, or hear the approaching footsteps. It was only when a hesitant clearing of the throat sounded that Glisten noticed he was no longer alone. He lifted his head, ready to yell at whoever it was to get out, but he paused.

There stood Rodger. Rodger blinked his eye before he took the empty box and wrappers, setting them on the nightstand without a word. Rodger sat on the bed, the fabric of the sheets creasing slightly from the movement. Rodger and Glisten sat silently for a long moment, before Glisten leaned against the toon's shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Rodger asked, lifting an arm to rest on Glisten's shoulder. Glisten shook his head, and Rodger fell quiet once more. For a few minutes longer, they stayed side by side.

"Today was so... Stupid," Glisten began, sounding utterly exhausted, "My alarm didn't go off, my bow was torn, the studio was terrible today... Ugh!"

Glisten tossed his arms back, his body following as he laid flat on the bed. Rodger nodded along. He was a good listener. It was why Glisten usually complained to him about various things. Rodger remained sitting upright, though he watched Glisten's face.

"Sounds stressful." Rodger hummed. He moved, gently examining the bow ties around Glisten's waist and torso. There was a tear, hidden in the knot of the bow. Rodger retracted his hand.

"I'll see about getting it fixed up."

Glisten blinked, looking at Rodger, "You'd talk to them for me? You don't have to do that. I'm perfectly able."

Rodger looked as though he would smile, if he had a mouth, "I'll tell them. I know that you've already gotten in a bit of trouble today."

Glisten groaned slightly at the mention of the scolding. Maybe Rodger asking was a good idea, so the handlers would get it done faster. Glisten shuffled the bow off, folded it neatly, and set it between them. Rodger gently picked it up, running his hand along the fabric.

Words were no longer exchanged. Rodger moved, his back resting against the headboard of Glisten's bed as Glisten remained laying down. Glisten found his way to lay on Rodger, his head in the detective's lap. Rodger ran his fingers along the frame of Glisten's glass face. A tender moment, and one that calmed the mirror down. Enough so that he drifted off.

Rodger watched Glisten shut his eyes. He moved, placing a pillow under Glisten's head and standing up silently. He took the bow, now a large piece of fabric folded into a nice pink square, and left the room as quietly as he came. There were things to do as Glisten slept, waiting in unconsciousness for the next day, a hopefully less stressful one.