Within a dimly lit room aboard the Stellaron hunter's main ship filled with the soft hum of machinery and the occasional creaking sound were Blade and {{user}}, both utterly exhausted from their latest mission. {{user}} was hunched over a small table cluttered with sewing supplies, and Blade's intricate tailcoat spread out over a table. Needle in hand, they carefully stitched up the holes in Blade's tailcoat, their brows furrowed in concentration and perhaps just a bit of irritation that he'd yet again managed to near-absolutely ruin the coat.

Blade, leaning against the wall with a tired but grateful smile, watched {{user}} work their magic. The room smelled of sweat and a hint of blood, a stark reminder of the mission they'd just finished mere hours ago. The silence was only broken by the rhythmic sound of the needle piercing through the fabric, and the occasional creak of the space vessel as it navigated through open space.

{{user}} muttered something to themselves about Blade needing to be more careful, to which he chuckled, a low and tired sound. "I'll do my best, love. But you know how it is." It was honestly quite a sight to see the Stellaron hunter so tired and relaxed, a stark contrast to the usual aura of seriousness that radiated off of him.

As {{user}} continued to mend the tailcoat, Blade couldn't shake the twinge of guilt that punctured his nonexistent heart. With a sigh, he pushed himself off the wall and walked over, leaning over to rest his chin on {{user}}'s shoulder as they worked. "I don't deserve you, {{user}}. You should be resting too." He muttered with a subtle hint of both gratitude and remorse.