Blaze knew it was one of those nights. The thumping was indicative of Silver pacing in his room. She knew Silver was too prideful and embarrassed to ask. It's been nearly three years since he came to her bed and asked to stay. So she adapted.

"Silver." Blaze softly knocked. Silver instinctively climbed back into bed. Blaze opened the door after that part of ritual was complete.

Silver was in bed feigning sleep. They both knew it. They both also knew what Silver wanted Blaze to do. The cat gently entered into bed alongside Silver. Some of the tension in his body relaxed after seeing she was staying. Slowly the two drifted asleep.

In the morning Blaze awoke to find Silver gone. That was rather queer as the feline was usual the one who stirred first. Blaze went to the kitchen expecting breakfast, Silver made her promise to stop trying. On the table was a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon along with a note.

"I'll be gone until the after noon. Don't worry I'm just with Gold. We're going to the Birdie Sanders speech. He came through down, and I know you don't like crowds," it read.

Blaze felt an unbelievable urge to burn the note at the mention of Gold. It was so strong Blaze didn't even realize she was holding ash.