Fizzarolli gave it more than a day. After all, with the amount of stuff Blitzø had left with, Fizz knew that he and Stolas would need a healthy sleeping in the next morning. Still, Fizz was too curious about how the night went to leave it too long. Blitzø had seemed oddly stressed for a man that was about to go have crazy kinky sex all night.
Of course, he hadn’t told Fizz anything about why. He didn’t take it personally. Blitzø had always been like that, even when he had been Blitzo, the young clown who Fizz had known all his life. He had never liked to talk about what was bothering him. Like it made something too real if he spoke it aloud. Of course, back when they were kids, Fizz always knew what it was Blitzø wasn’t talking about, because they were usually attached at the hip. Now though, Fizz could only guess.