In Blitzø's defence, he'd forgotten that Stolas had needed to move their normal 'appointment' from the night of the full moon again and instead of heading to the goetian prince's estate, had returned to his own apartment. Loona was out again, and while it was nice that she was going out more with other hellhounds, it meant that the place was quieter than he was used to. Even the shitty neighbours weren't arguing for once.

So rather than checking his phone for messages, he'd set it aside and settled in for some good, old fashion binge watching Voxflix. He'd gotten through most of a particularly good romance flick when a fucking portal opened up in his apartment and he was almost immediately face-to-face with a slightly distressed Stolas.

It was then that Blitzø recalled a) that their agreement was tonight and that maybe those messages had been important after all and b) he had definitely been crying over this stupid film and did not look even remotely like the in control stud that he usually was.

"Fuck- I mean... Hiiii Stolas. Listen, I know how this looks--"