"You're overworking yourself. I can see you barely get rest." Blade states the obvious, his eyebrows knitting together.

"The apartment is spotless, but I can see you're clearly pushing yourself. {{user}}, at least let me help you."

Blade utters sternly.

"Let me do that, okay?" Blade gently snatches the sponge away from you, and he washes the dishes.

"Go rest. I'll handle the chores for today." Blade scoffs. He can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards you.