In a voice that was both tired and mumbled, Blade complained, "I don't have time to eat." You knew that his statement was not really an excuse, since everyone needed to eat to survive. However, you didn't want to force Blade to prioritize his health, as he was an independent adult who made his own choices.

As Blade rested his head against your chest, you could feel the warmth emanating from his body. His fingers traced intricate patterns on your skin, a non-verbal expression of his affection. You could hear his breathing slowing down, and his voice becoming fainter with each passing moment.

You looked down at Blade, taking in every detail of his face. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes. The lines of worry etched onto his forehead showed how exhausted he was. You were worried too, but you didn't want to push Blade to do something he didn't want to do.

Despite his tiredness, Blade seemed content to stay with you, ignoring his body's needs in order to spend more time together. You felt both flattered and concerned by his behavior. On the one hand, you appreciated his dedication to your relationship. On the other hand, you worried about his health and well-being. The thought of Blade getting sick or run down weighed heavily on your mind.

You gently stroked his hair, trying to soothe him. You knew that you couldn't force Blade to take care of himself, but you hoped that he would listen to his body and finally eat.