He let out an amused snort, quirking a brow at him with a small smirk.
โ You did...good I guess. โ He sniffled, rubbing the rest of the tears from his eyes.
" But...thanks for the treats and shit, asshole. โ
As the other pulls away, he releases him and lets his hands relax back by his sides.
"No problem, suger."
The question earns a meek chuckle before he shrugs.
"Just did some diggin' around in some files, maybe tied up and threatened someone, and more...~ Took a bit longer -
and leaning back on the couch, still staying close to Striker.
โ How'd you even... y'know..find my apartment? โ He questioned in a more light hearted tone.
He took a sharp breath in, tears pooling back into his eyes, however he held them back, shaking his head.
โ T-Thanks.. โ Blitzo murmured, nuzzling the cowboy as they sat there for a long while..
After a few long moments, he slowly pulled away, rubbing his face with a sleeve โ
There was a moment of silence, eyes sorrowful in his gaze while his arms keep him close now.
"Things are ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต over."
His voice was strong now before he leans down, nuzzling against the top of his head.
"It's a lowpoint, yes, but y'still have things to do. I don't care how -
His grip tightened more, digging into the others shirt.
โ I just.. don't understand.. โ He sighed, giving him a side glance, burying his face in his shirt.
โ Everything is just...ruined..why would you want to stick around.. โ
It was a dangerous line for Striker to straddle, especially with the topic of what Blitzรธ is even going through. There was some hesitation, and even when he spoke, he held back.
"'Cause despite what you may believe, I.. uh. I care for ya'."
His voice went quiet and he gazes -
The response he received made him chuckle, primarily a sad one. Almost as if he couldn't believe the hat wearing imp.
โ Don't get why you would.. โ He mumbled, grip tightening.
โ I just... don't understand. โ It loosened, his voice laced with defeat, melancholic even.
The imp remains silent for now, attentively examining Blitz. As he leans away, his tail moves to rest on his thigh before embracing him once more. Quietly, he replies.
"No worries, alright?"
He rests his head on top of his, embrace tightening slightly.
"I'm not going to -
He slowly took a breath in, barely opening his eyes, his vision blurry from tears, as his face was covered with tear stains.
โ Thanks.. โ He lifted a sleeve of his jacket to wipe his face, slightly pulling away from the hug -- only to just quickly return to it.
He seemed โ
Striker embraces him completely after the other moves, continuing on with the back rubs.
"Don't apologize, don't keep it in."
He leans down slightly, ignoring the sharp pain in his own stomach. It was horrible seeing him like this, but Blitzรธ is the one suffering right now. -
After a moment he slumped over onto the other, body shuddering as he no longer had tears to shed. Weak sniffles were heard as he tightly held a handful of the other's shirt.
โ G-God...fucking..dammit.. โ The imp mumbled out, almost completely inaudible.
โ I'm sorry.. โ
A caring eye struggling to even see him like this. To be fair, he isn't good at things like this... but most aren't. Pulling the other a bit closer as he leans over, he gently rubs the imp's back.
"Get it all out, buddy..."
His voice remains quiet, but audible through the -
Blitzo didn't completely lean into his touch, even seeming to flinch at it as he sobbed.
He had trouble keeping his breathing stable, some intakes of breath were harsh, sudden or just didn't happen.
Despite Striker watching this display, he still didn't bother to let words โ
The whole process of the quiet imp breaking down before his very eyes was heart-wrenching. Even his expression seems a bit surprised... Though he knows how to get under Blitzรธ's skin, this is something even he could never bring out.
Instead of saying even a word, he moves an -
couch, almost in anger or trying to suppress his cries.
He looked utterly broken and pathetic, his sharp breaths shaky and ending with quiet whimpers, hiccuping with each breath.
He didn't utter a word to him, only sobbed.
He took all of this in, looking down at his lap.
Suddenly, tears began to pool in his eyes, only slightly leaning on Striker's shoulder as his body shuddered.
He kept quiet, but that was enough to show his bottled up emotions as he began to sob, claws digging into the โ
It was hard even for him to see the other like this, given they haven't exactly been on the best terms... With a moment of silence after the question, his own gaze falls away. It was near impossible to even be positive, but he couldn't help but chuckle.
"'Cause I was worried, -
Blitzo had shakily taken the bag, peeking inside without a word.. his whole demeanor was off..it was unnerving. He was quiet and looking more exhausted, heavy bags under his eyes.
He mumbled out a small, "It's fine" before setting the bag down between them for a moment.
โ
The silence was suffocating, Striker's not used to the imp being so silent. It even managed to cause him to look a little down as he follows over. Examining the place for a moment, he sits down and holds the bag out.
"Sorry 'bout not havin' any coffee with these pastries." -