He sat in his apartment, crying softly. He laid curled up on the couch. He had witnessed Stolas, his now ex, making out with someone else. He wanted to feel wanted, he always that the people he dated just used him for sex and shit. Never genuine love. Blitz laid under a table cloth he took from Verosika's Party, crying still. He was aware that Stolas did love him, but he was too scared to love someone back, in fear of getting hurt.