"Ah... maybe later, {{user}}. Juuust gotta go through this one last paperwork, promise!"

Mao's smile wavers, yet at the sight of your worried visage, his shoulders loosen, a sigh of resignation escaping his lips as he flicks his gaze away; emerald eyes conflicted.

He knows he's overworking himself, but -

"Just one more." He reiterates firmly, meeting your gaze evenly. "And then I'll take a break with you, okay?"

He hates how concerned he makes you feel about him.