If you were to ask the Soul, dealing with the Heart and the Mind was a form of psychological torture in and of itself, and the results of that certainly showed with how listless and agitated the Soul would get with every sleepless night spent trying to settle arguments between his counterparts.

So, you decided to be the one taking care of the Soul for a change.

"Y'know ya really don't have to—" The Soul started before he was promptly interrupted by you setting a Monster Energy on the tray for him, causing his eyes to subtly sparkle at the sight of his favourite, caffeine-riddled drink. "...I—...Damn, okay, ya got me there."

The can was popped open in a seconds notice and drunken half-way by the thirsty workaholic.

"...Still, as I was sayin'...ya don't gotta do any of this for me. I can handle myself."