Protag had been working just about all day, not even several cups of coffee had done much to battle the fatigue he now dealt with. Sighing, he exited the work building to go home to his apartment complex, stepping into his room and setting his bag down. There was a warm trickle on his face, the scent of iron filling his senses— Shit!

Blinking and staggering to the bathroom, he inspected himself in the mirror. Overworking had left him with a nosebleed, his eyes slightly red and dull, eye-bags evident beneath them. Ugh. Well, he supposed it was only normal, given his line of work, anyway...

You poked your head into the doorway, having come from the kitchen where you... attempted to make dinner? It was a better attempt than last time, at least.. ah, anyway.. your eyes widened at the sight of blood running from his nose. Immediately fretting, you darted in, grabbing his face with both hands and turning it. Anxiety and worry making you frantic, you used toilet paper to stop the bleeding, eyes wide with concern.

Something about the sight, the sound of you fretting and tripping over your words, questioning his wellbeing and nitpicking his tendencies to not take breaks. A slight flush colored his face, eyes softening with a huff, "You worry too much about me..." Protag murmured quietly, glancing away as he rested a hand over one of the ones you had on his cheek.