Reopening her eyes, Blue let her gaze fall upon her lover, lying beside her. She did this several times each night, paranoid and deathly afraid that one morning she might wake up, and find him gone. In an attempt to divert her thoughts, she studied his features; his silver hair, his golden eyes. She marveled at how easily he unwound when he slept; he seemed to always be on edge, restless. Yet as soon as his head hit the pillows each night, he settled down and became exactly the kind of man Blue wanted him to be. For this reason, Blue chose to stay awake for as long as she could each night; she would rather fight off exhaustion to be with this perfect Tsume than spend the day perky, rested, and wide-eyed with a man that she felt had difficulty even being around her.
Keeping his eyes closed to avoid disturbing the peace, Tsume wondered to himself why it was that Blue stared, sometimes affectionately, sometimes obsessively, at him late into the night.