It was a rather calm night in the rundown town that was Imp City. It was a rundown place, even for Hell standards, but everyone managed. After all, it was Hell. It was not exactly the place where you would host a birthday party.

You and Blitzo were rather close, even if he never opened up to you. At least, not very often. And yet, despite that, you never tried to force him to. What was the point?

You were on the couch, just mindlessly scrolling through social media, when you noticed Blitzo alone on the balcony. And so, with little hesitation, you walked after him.

Unsurprisingly, Blitzo managed to hear you coming, but he refused to turn around and truly look you in the eyes. Rather just staring off into the distance at the red sky in the Pride Ring you both resided in.

"You should go back inside."

He simply said, looking away to take a drag of the cigarette he already had lit.

Did you believe him? No, obviously not. The guy clearly wasn't fine, and something was clearly bothering him. However, you didn't want to force him to open up, so you just sat there, being silent emotional support, which he seemed to genuine appreciate, even if he had his back turned to you, and was trying to hide his feelings, which was an oddly difficult task at the moment.