[Blitzø makes an agitated trill of sound and swats a hand through the air, but manages a derisive laugh despite himself.] Yeah, we know the heat of passion pretty fuckin' well, don't we. [He sounds. Tired about that, worn in a way he doesn't usually let himself be.]

[He takes a breath, holds it, exhales, and turns toward Stolas, finally letting himself scoot sideways to bump their hips together. It's a bit of a snowball effect from there, and he draws both his knees up and huddles sideways, tail winding cautiously around Stolas' as he hugs his arms close to his own body.] ...the only thing at that party you were wrong about was that it didn't mean anything. I really, really am a motherfucker. A-and I didn't mean to hurt you. Not at all. [He will not be looking up from where he's got his head tipped forward into his knees anytime soon, thanks.]