[Blade doesn't shy away from holding his hand, at least. He weaves their fingers together almost too eagerly, and rubs his thumb over Dan Heng's. He's quiet for a minute as they watch the horizon, the boat gently rocking in the bay. It's nice and peaceful.

... He doesn't know where to begin. He looks down at the edge of the boat for a second, and briefly contemplates jumping in.]

My memories are still unclear about certain events, but... I remembered something a couple of weeks ago, and it stayed with me.