Now that Weiss was caught up on the whole Blake situation, a man heads back out to the main room of the apartment to see Blake putting some omelets down. A bit taken aback, he sees she had filled them with chicken and cheese; he wonders if cooking calms her down, seeing as she didn't plan on doing breakfast/brunch after the first day. She looks… not amazing, but she wasn't shutting down like yesterday. Spying the man come in, she pauses the somewhat somber music she had on.

"Weiss doing okay?"

"Yes, though her family is still her family. How are you doing?"

Blake sighs as she sits down and passes the man an omelet. "I'm still processing everything. I thought there'd be a small chance you'd find out about my ears, but I never thought… this would happen." She looks at his shoulder, ashamed of the wound she indirectly caused. She poked at her food, taking a bite. "I suppose the only good thing is that I don't have to wear my bow here anymore."

"I don't blame you for what happened. No matter what your history is, this wasn't your fault."

"It is my fault. I deserted, and now I'm a target, along with everyone else I know."

The man can not leave this table letting Blake continue with that train of thought. She had already run away once due to her past, and it was pure luck that she came back. "You fought for what you believed was right; when you saw that they weren't, you left. That's noble, and no one should blame you for the actions done by a terrorist group."

"A terrorist group I was a part of! That I helped! Do you know how many missions I carried out in the name of peace!?" Blake was getting heated.

"In the name of peace. You stand for something they don't. They target all who don't conform to their desires. Just because you fought for them doesn't change that."

Blake sighs again. "But I did fight for them… And more." She puts her head in her hand and somberly munches on her breakfast.

"Blake, I want you to tell me about Adam. You can't blame yourself for what he became."

Blake pushes her plate away and rests her head on the table. Letting out a long breath, she swallows her hesitation and sits up, eyes closed. Trying desperately to distance herself from her words, she starts, "I loved him. I ran away from home to join the White Fang. When I started, I saw Adam. When I first saw him in person, I felt like I was looking at a history book; I thought he would become a hero people would read about, the man who fought Faunus equality." Blake's voice starts to tremble. "I never thought he could be such a monster. So when he saw me… saw what I believed in and how I could fight for it… it was like a dream. What girl thinks that their hero would actually fall in love with them?"

Blake opens her eyes, which fill with sorrow and regret. It was devastating to see someone talk about a fall from grace; Blake's dream come true must have slowly turned to a nightmare as she watched the hero for the history books turn to the most hated name on earth.

Without provocation, Blake continues. "At first, it felt like a fairy tale. Two young Faunus, falling in love as they fought for what they believed in. I felt like I'd one day see my first kiss in a movie based on our lives." She pauses to eat a bite of egg, then tries not to choke out the next part. "We… We had sex, you know, and I thought it was amazing– that it couldn't be real. At first, I felt safe in his arms, but it wasn't until the days before I left that I saw that I was becoming less of a person and more of an outlet. Even when he started hitting me, I still wanted to sleep with him; I thought I could fix him, that if he had someone to love, he would start caring again. When it started becoming less about making our voice heard and more about hurting innocent people to send a message, I… I left." Tears that had pooled in Blake's eyes start to cascade down her face. She was sick thinking about what she had done and who she had done it with, and it wasn't a pleasant sight to see.

Thinking of anything to say, the man relays, "Blake." Just saying her name was enough to temporarily stop her from sobbing, giving a moment to think. "You can't hold yourself responsible for what he became. If he was willing to hurt you, someone he loved, then you couldn't change him. You didn't make him turn into what he is; you fought to stop him."

"B-but what if I–" Blake shouts, standing up. She presses her hands into the table, though they shook with her sadness.

"You are not responsible for Adam Taurus. You are Blake Belladonna, and you believe that people should be equal."

"But… Ilia… Your shoulder…"

"I'm still here, aren't I? I'm your friend, and I'll stand with you."

"But–"

"But nothing. You need to understand that you are not responsible for the actions carried out in the name of violence and that you aren't alone. Your friends are here to help. I'll stand by your side even though we're only together now because your on my girlfriend's team, so imagine what your team– your friends will do for you."

Blake's lip quivers as she bites it, silencing her cries. Tears continue to stream down her face as she finally starts learning the lesson; if one learned anything at Beacon, it was that one's team will stick, no matter what. RWBY had already been through enough to bind them tighter than anyone else, so the man was certain Ruby, Weiss, and Yang were willing to do whatever they could to help.

"I-I miss them."

"I know they miss you too. Until they get back, you're stuck with little old me."

Wiping her eyes, Blake stumbles out a, "Thank you." She clumsily shuffles closer to the man and falls into a hug; resting her chin on your shoulder, she wraps her arms around him and silently sobs. Still uncertain anything he was doing was actually good for the circumstance, he reciprocates, hugging Blake and giving a shoulder to cry on and a friend to support her.

Eventually removing herself from the man's grasp, Blake dries her eyes and falls back onto her seat. After a few heavy breaths, she starts eating the rest of her omelet.

Looking up from her plate, Blake grasps at her remaining courage and says, "Don't… Please don't tell Weiss– anyone about me and Adam. RWBY knows we had a thing and he abused me, but… I don't want them to know that we've… been together; you're the one person I know who I can talk about sex with, but I don't think I'm ready to tell them."

"I promise I won't say anything."

"Thank you. F-for everything."

"Of course." Looking at the downtrodden Blake, the man asks, "Want to play some Savage Streets? I think I know how we should spend the day, but… let's just take it easy for a bit."

Blake's expression lightens up. "You know, that actually sounds great. Anything to get my mind off everything."

It didn't take long for Blake to be cheerily doing combos, forgetting her worries as she played. She's gotten pretty good as Bogey, Yang's arch-enemy character, so the man is actually excited to see how their match goes. Still, he wishes that it wasn't such an unappealing character; in between chain swings, Blake's character burped and scratched his crotch. At least it was something to help distract her from Ilia.

Both the man and Blake face off against each other in Savage Streets for a few hours until Blake was back to smiling. Though he'd have to figure out what to do about Ilia, and any other White Fang attackers, for now, she was back to being a regular huntress-in-training. Still, he knew full well that she has all of that clawing at the back of her mind. Luckily, he thinks he has a decent plan to help with both.

As the pair finishes the final round of Blake kicking the man's ass at video games (seriously, she picks them up way quicker than expected!), he turns to the Faunus roommate. "So, now that you've made it painfully clear that you're better than me at Savage Streets, I think now's a good time to head out for a bit."

Blake takes a quick, sharp breath. During the gaming session, the man and Blake outlined the plans for the day; if all went well, hopefully, a problem or two would get solved along the way.