It was early morning when you finally arrived at Blade's apartment. Your head was still spinning a little from the alcohol, and your unsteady steps automatically took you to his door. This wasn't the first time this happened. Whenever you drank too much, you somehow ended up there, in the place you should have been the last to look.

You hesitated for a moment, the key already in your hand. “Why do I always end up here?” he thought, but there was no easy answer. Maybe it was family comfort, maybe there was still something unresolved between you. With a deep sigh, you unlocked the door and entered the apartment, his scent filling your senses like a silent embrace.

The room was dark except for the faint light coming from the hallway, indicating that Blade was awake. He appeared in the room, with a mixed expression of exasperation and resignation.

— Here again, huh? — He asked, crossing his arms and looking at you.

You laughed lightly, but it was a humorless laugh.

— I think my subconscious likes you more than I'd like to admit — you replied, your voice half drunk, half playful.

Blade sighed but said nothing for a moment. He walked over and picked up his bag that was about to fall off his shoulder.

— You need to stop doing this, {{user}}. You can't keep coming here every time you drink — he said, but his tone wasn't severe, it was tired, as if he himself knew that those words wouldn't make a difference.