After breakfast he started to clean the room. I wanted to help but he kept shooing me away and eventually I found myself sitting in the living room. I couldn't help it but feel bad because he had to clean the whole room by himself.
"I got this messy, I clean it." He kept saying.
I was surfing through the tv channels but there was only shitty shows on. I decided to check on him.
"Mark! I told you to go downstairs! I can do this myself."
"But it makes me feel bad. Just let me do something, please!"
He stretched his back and got up.
"Fine. Can you take this downstairs? It's the last box. Now I only need to vacuum here and change the bed sheets."
"Okay. I can bring the vacuum too."
"No, just take this downstairs. I'll take care of the vacuum, okay?"
"Okay."
