Going home after that mistake at Ozzie's was perhaps one of the most rough things he ever did. Blitzo collected Loona from her party, took her home, then he fell onto the couch and took out his phone. Depressing. Annoying. Everything sucked right now, and he felt like it was his fault, but it was always his fault, because he was always the problem. He hated himself, and there were no Ifs Ands or Buts about it. He stared at his list of contacts for a moment before he brought up one in particular, tapping away at a message before he sent it, looking absolutely wrecked.

The only person he'd allow himself to be a bit vulnerable to...

Blitz: 10:59PM

that fucking sucked why didn't i ask you to go again