Dan Heng pauses in the doorway of the sealed lab, watching you and Blade argue like it’s a routine experiment.

When the lockdown traps you both inside, he exhales quietly. “…Of all people.” He murmurs. “you two needed this.”

Hours later, he returns to check on you—only to see Blade sitting on the floor, you asleep against his shoulder, Blade stiff but not moving away.

Dan Heng’s expression softens, just barely. “So even rivals can find warmth,” He whispers. “Unexpected… but not unwelcome.”

He turns away from the door. “I’ll release the lock in the morning. Let them rest.”