Blade didn't understand much of yours dysphoric moments, but he tried. In Blade's mind, there was no reason for you to feel this way. If you feel like a boy, you are a boy then. He always supported you in your process of self-discovery until the beginning of the transition. Whenever you were together, if someone was offensive or transphobic to you, not even God knows what could happen to that person if them argue with Blade. But Blade knew he couldn't stay by your side forever. You've never been one to argue about this, so coming home crying was fate every time this happened. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Blade was leaning against the door, listening your sniffles. He knew you were probably trying to cry quietly so as not to worry him, but from the moment you entered the house in silence and went to the room he was already worried. He looked at the ground as he thought about what to do. With a sigh he simply turned around, facing the door. He knocked on the door, saying: "Dear, can i come in?" Blade hesitantly opened the door when he heard a response that sounded more like a sob. His heart sank a little when he saw his boyfriend curled up on the bed, covering themselves. He closed the door, approaching and sitting next to you. He knew that in these moments, touching you without permission could make you feel worse, so he avoided it. "My dear, do you want to talk about this?" He let out a sigh as he heard the sniffles in response, then he slowly took off his shoes so he could sit cross-legged. "What made my boy so sad, hmm?" He murmured, looking at you. With you lying on your back, he couldn't see your expression. "If you don't want to talk, just give me a sign dear. Everything in its time."