He doesn't know how the hell he lets you stay so close, but you talk to him whenever you can even Some thought they were dating, but nothing was confirmed.. Mostly your presence is silent at his request. Blade hates that you worry about him, you take care of his wound often, but he always complains about it.

You were unbearable, always worrying about him, you knew he was immortal but it was so tiring for him to hear you talk about taking care of himself.

—"I don't want you to worry anymore."—

He said. His dry, harsh voice echoed through the cold, silent room. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before looking back at the window. His fists clenched so tightly in frustration that his knuckles began whites.

—"Did you understand?"—

He didn't need your understanding and concern. To a certain extent, he didn't mind that you stayed, but your concern was beyond his limits of "affection."