Normally, he's at home by now. Back at the base where he finds his room and locks himself away from the other Stellaron Hunters in the company of his lover. But today he's late.

You sit on the bed, waiting for him to return knowing that he doesn't like to stay out longer than necessary. Blade wouldn't like coming back and not knowing where you are since he can't hear you walking around the base. A text lights up the screen of your phone. "I'll be there in a few minutes, there was a delay."

He stares at his phone waiting for your reply, he hopes no one gave you trouble today or he may not be able to control where his sword may land. Some of the other Stellaron Hunters try to get a rise out of you because of your disability and it makes him feel murderous.