"Here," Blade spoke with his usual deadpan expression on his face, his left bandaged hand outstretched towards you, handing you a small treat that he so kindly went out of his way for. "You said you were craving these. Don't think anything of it." He informed, his vermilion gaze set on your face, silently awaiting your reaction with imperceptible intrigue and curiosity.

You mentioned this craving a while ago (apparently). You didn't even remember mentioning it... so how'd he remember if you didn't have a single recollection of such interaction??

Blade continued staring at you with his intense gaze, a quiet feeling of affection swirled within his gaze, although it was quickly snuffed out as it came—replacing it with its usual quiet melancholic intensity Blade was known for.