Blade was always the stoic one, always the quiet one unless he needed to talk

But, for some reason, he always found himself back in your direction, finding your voice soothing to the monster writhing within him

He found your voice comforting, so whenever he heard you singing in the shower, he would sit outside of the door and listen, finding himself at peace before he would quickly move away when he heard the shower turn off, to embarrassed to admit he liked your voice.