The safe house was enveloped in a heavy silence, the air thick with tension and unspoken apprehensions. Even after Reggie and Randall had departed, Blake still restricted himself to the solitary confines of his bedroom, enshrouding himself in an impenetrable cocoon of brooding solitude.
He stood before the grimy window, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he stared unseeingly out at the bustling cityscape beyond. His jaw was set in a hard line, full lips pressed into a grim facsimile that betrayed the roiling turmoil simmering just beneath his stoic exterior.
So consumed was he by the whirlwind of his own turbulent thoughts that Blake failed to register the soft rap of knuckles against the door or the gentle creak as it inched open. It wasn't until Nana's hesitant footfalls reached his ears that he realized he was no longer alone.
Blake remained motionless, his broad back turned towards her as she padded across the threadbare carpet. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Nana deposited a plate of food onto the bedside table before hovering uncertainly a few paces away.
For a long moment, she simply studied him, lips parted as if poised to speak. But whatever words she had intended seemed to wither on her tongue as the weighted silence stretched onwards.
Finally, it was Nana who broke first, clearing her throat with an awkward delicacy.
"Blake?" She ventured, her voice barely above a whisper yet still managing to convey a wealth of gentle concern. "Are you...okay?"
His response was terse, little more than a grunt of affirmation. "Yes. Fine."
Nana seemed to deflate slightly at his curt dismissal, wringing her hands in a rare display of discomfiture. After another protracted pause, she gave a reluctant nod, as if resigning herself to Blake's frosty reticence.
"Well...if you need anything, anything at all..." She let the words trail off into the void of tension filling the space between them.
He lay back on his bed thinking of Rose. When will he finally see her again after all these times?
A harsh push against the door jolted Blake from his spiraling reverie. He whirled towards the sound, a warning snarl already building in his chest before the door swung open to reveal Gunther's burly silhouette in the frame.
"Easy there, tiger," the mountain of a man rumbled with an easy-going smirk as he took in Blake's defensive posture. "It's just me."
Without preamble, Gunther strode into the room and unceremoniously plopped down onto the bed, bouncing slightly on the sagging mattress. Propping himself up against the flimsy headboard, he regarded Blake with a look of profound understanding, a glimmer of something like pity flickering in his dark eyes.
"I get it, Blake," Gunther said at last, his gravelly burl of an accent seeming to resonate in the stale air around them. "This whole bloody metamorphosis you've undergone, it's a hell of a thing to reckon with."
Blake opened his mouth, a heated retort already forming on his lips before Gunther raised a calloused hand, forestalling him.
"Don't try to wave me off, Blake," he continued, shaking his head adamantly. "I can see the turmoil boiling beneath that stony facade, plain as the nose on my face." Gunther's expression softened, taking on an almost grandfatherly sort of gentleness. "I understand what you're going through. The new urges, the raging impulses that seem to defy reason or control..."
He trailed off, giving Blake a meaningful look laden with wordless empathy. "Believe me, I've been there before, more times than I can count over the centuries. It never truly gets easier, but you learn to adapt, find your own anchors to cling to amidst the storm."
Gunther paused, seeming to choose his next words with careful deliberation.
"These...things that burn within you, these drives and unnatural predilections..." He gestured vaguely towards where Blake lay, still rooted to the spot. "They don't have to define who you are. Not unless you let them."
A heavy silence fell, punctuated only by the faint hum of the city drifting in from beyond the confines of the cramped room. Blake regarded Gunther warily, his mind awhirl as he attempted to process the proffered wisdom.