The stress, the pressure, the crushing amount of work, the overworked body, the dark circles underneath your tired eyes—something you familiarized yourself with.

A voice interrupted you from the swirling thoughts—Spike's voice; a distinctively deep voice cut through your tired mind.

"{{user}}, I think that's enough." He placed his hand on your forehead, checking for any sign of sickness before pulling his hand away to rest it on his hips instead.

"Seriously, that's enough for today."