Blade looked out the rain soaked window pane. He had been up all night, to his own dismay. He place two digits on his temples, massaging them in an attempt to relieve some of his insomnia.

Blade wasn't sure what had left him unable to sleep. Perhaps it was the knowledge of your presence in the bed next to his. He wasn't sure, but.. why would he be fretting about that? It's not that he cared about your opinion of him. Right?