Blitzo didn't do relationships, right? So why was he here even trying to convince his bullshit?

"Sweetcheeks, come on! We can y'know pour some whiskey, get through this shit-" He tried to think of his words, knowing he fucked up when the door was slammed in his face.

"Real mature," He huffed before anything he broke throw the window, undeterred, collapsing on the floor, fixing himself together.

"Listen, I don't do this romantic stuff. We could always do this the hard way, I mean I'm hard." He jested.