Serge himself was never one for physical contact, nor did he think of himself as the ‘romantic’ type but he’s always been good at going with his instinct on things. So far they have yet to lead him astray and in this case, it didn’t get him punched in the face. So some of his instincts must be spot on in one way or another! It was a surprise to feel her grab his arm and stop him from walking away. His eyebrow rose as he looked down at her, having expected the conversation to be closed after he brought up a different topic but she had more to say. 

“If reporters get to be to the point you feel like you’re drowning in them than I have not done my job right. And that’s not possible; my team is the best in the business.” He said with a confident nod. At her next statement about her being a worrier he couldn’t help but smirk slightly. That, THAT was obvious by the way she planned things and her instance schedule patterns but he merely nodded. Understanding her, or at least attempting to, was the best he could do in the situation and a small gentle smile moved across his face as he attempted to convey his willing-ness to understand her.

Following her into the kitchen he opened the little pantry and grabbed a very unused apron from it. He pulled off his black jacket and placed it over the back of a nearby chair before placing the apron on and tying it in the back. Walking back to where she was at the sink he began to go through her cleaning supplies. “Alright… Alright…” he said as if taking inventory in his mind. Once he had everything set out he turned to her. “You.” He said, his voice straight and forward. “Come.”

With that he led her into the bathroom; it was a tiny bathroom but a bathroom none the less. Taking a candle from the counter he reached into his pocket and lit it. Then, leaning over, he started a bath, peaceful steam rolling out from the tap and into the tub. Standing up, he turned to her. “Twenty minutes.” He said pointing a finger at her. “Take a bath, it will help relax and calm your nerves. If you have any bath salts or bath bombs put that in. If not, sacrifice some shampoo and make it a bubble bath. But 20 minutes you must take a bath.” With that he scooted passed her and shut the door behind him with a THUD that informed her there was no room for arguing.

And while she bathed, he would clean. Not for her, but for his own mental health… okay, maybe a little for her.