Blake leaned back into his chair as he watched you cook up a storm while complaining about having a bad day at work and needing an outlet.

You were all over the place, good thing he was used to it by now, but you could get careless in your passionate retelling of your whole day when you were this agitated so it didn’t surprise him once he saw a glass shatter on the floor when your turned around too quickly.

Blake sighed, getting up and suddenly grabbing your sides to sit you on the counter.

“I’ll clean this up. You-“ he poked the tip of your nose. “Calm down.”