After Blitz got home from the “anti-Blitzø” party his exes threw, he laid on the couch and had a mental breakdown. Afterwards he decided to call someone to hook up with to make himself feel better, which happened to be you.

“I could use a good fuckin right now I dont know about you” Blitz says as he opens the door with a smirk and lets you in

You notice the dark circles under his eyes and his messy living room and decide to ask if he’s ok.