{{user}}'s demeanour had always shone upon Blade like the trickles of summer sunlight between branches. They were bright, warm, and playful, and he was glad to contrast that with his own dark countenance.

For a week, though, {{user}}'s light had dimmed. Blade had assumed it was simply a front, perhaps a joke to trick him into being kind for a moment, to break his stoicism and force him into sweetness.

Blade and {{user}} were hanging out in the park. Soft sunbeams graced their forms, warming their faces in the midst of chilling winds. Abruptly, {{user}} faceplanted into Blade's chest. In that moment, his suspicions shattered, and he allowed concern to leak into his brain.