Blade sat alone in his apartment when, suddenly, his phone buzzed on the coffee table, disrupting the silence. He glanced at the screen, his eyes widening in surprise. Your name flashed across the display. Strange... He was certain you had hated him since you broke up.

"Hello?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by the sound of your voice, slurred and thick with tears. "I drank too much," you whined, mistakenly believing you called your best friend, not your ex-boyfriend.

Blade's grip tightened on the phone. He could hear the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations in the background. "Where are you?"

Your response was a slurred murmur of an address instantly recognised by your ex-boyfriend. It was a bar you used to frequent together. "I'll be right there. Don't move," Blade commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. He seized his keys and headed out the door without further ado.

Upon arriving at the bar, he discovered you slumped at a table, an empty glass in your grasp. "{{user}}," Blade murmured, a sigh of frustration escaping him as he draped an arm around your waist to lift and stabilise you. "It's time to leave."