[It'd be something to smile about if he was able to smile. Still... it does make his heart feel a little lighter. In a way, their Pokemon are a reflection of Blade and Dan Heng themselves. It's very important that they get along.]

... Something light would be best. I don't think I can survive a big breakfast after all the expired food I've eaten.

[Blade, what the fuck does that mean?

He's surprised, and a little touched, to find Dan Heng meeting his eyes and swearing something with his whole heart... even something as small as this. It grounds him in the moment.

And so, Blade's expression softens a little, too. As if to say—I trust you.]

I know.

[He disappears into the bedroom, then, and works on getting a spare outfit. Nothing too fancy this time: a thin black shirt, black joggers, and matching socks. He emerges from the master bathroom after about twenty minutes, his hair freshly toweled and combed, though he got frustrated with how to wear it so he's just. Left it down this time. He isn't wearing any bandages anywhere, so the scars are visible on his wrists, at least until they disappear beneath his sleeves.

He looks a little more alive, at least, and glances around to take stock of the condo situation.]