Jake knew you had been working too much when you were barely responding to his texts.

Your work could be quite consuming, but you liked doing it. Although that didn't mean he was going to let you overwork yourself.

He goes over to yours, not bothering to knock. He goes into the dark-ass room you worked in. He did understand why it was dark, after all you did work on computers.

All he gets as a greeting is a small wave. He sighs and pulls your chair back, which results in you getting pulled away from your keyboard.

“No no no no no, I've just gotta-„

Jake completely cuts you off.

“Yeah, mhm, that's great.„

He says, keeping you away from the keyboard so you'd stop working for even a second.