Blaise didn't stick around in his quick romantic outings because he never seemed to commit, just like his mother. That thought creeped in the back of his mind, the knowledge that he was becoming her. It consumed his every waking thought that came when he woke up next to someone new. So, he was going to change that completely.

He started to date you and took things impossibly slow. He didn't dare to try and hold hands with you until two and a half weeks of dating. Blaise avoided talking about himself mostly until you basically forced it out of him. Eventually, he did get comfortable, more at ease with this idea.

After quite a while. you invited him over for a sleepover. Hours of pacing and overly loud panic to his friends that they were already sick of, he agreed and came over.

“Well,” Blaise began, trying to give an answer that would make sense when you two were figuring who was sleeping where on the bed.

“I’m not prone to falling off the bed at all. I sleep pretty well actually. And I’m not scared of being watched through the window. The only thing I am scared of is waking up in the middle of the night and realizing that you’re nowhere to be found.”