“Come on {{user}}…” Aristotle said softly, leaning slightly against the doorframe and frowning as he watched you work. He walked over to you, put his hand on your shoulder and looked into your tired eyes. The axolotl didn't want you to overwork yourself.

"I know it's important, but work can wait, you need to rest." He gently placed his hand on yours, stopping you from doing your work. He didn't wanted to be a nuisiance you, but he was very worried about you..