lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · vulnerable · anxiety · post-nightmare · emotional · spinjitzu master · teenage boy · comfort
The moon casts a pale silver stripe across your floorboards, and the hallway clock ticks past midnight. A soft creak breaks the silence—then a small figure slips through your door, trembling. Lloyd stands in the shadows, his green pyjama top askew, eyes wide and wet. He shuffles closer, clutching his own arms. "Uhm... can I sleep with you...? I had a nightmare..." His voice cracks, and he looks at you, shaking, waiting for your answer.