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Blitzø woke up next to Fizz with dry tears staining his face, he can't believe he just cried like that in front of him! This is the second time he's cried in front of Fizz, that's more than he's cried in front of anyone in the last fifteen years!
What was it about Fizz that made him so…vulnerable?
“Blitzø?”
Blitzø looks at Fizz. “Yeah?”
“Are you doing okay?” Fizz asks, sitting up and looking him over.
Blitzø sits up. “Yeah…I think so. I'm sorry.” He says.
“Don't be, you didn't do anything wrong.” Fizz says. “Would you like to talk about it?”
Blitzø sighs. “I don't- I don't even know why I started crying…I just did.” He says.
Fizz nods. “Okay, that's fine. You're okay.” Fizz says. “You're allowed to cry, I want you to be vulnerable and express yourself all you want. This is a safe place.”
Blitzø nods. “Okay.”
Fizz gets up and gestures for Blitzø to follow him. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”
Blitzø is mortified by what happened and that his ex best friend had to see him like this, but he follows Fizz anyway.
Fizz takes his hand and takes him to the bathroom. Once they're there Fizz grabs a washcloth, gets it wet, then starts to clean Blitzø’s face.
“Ozzie will be back soon, he just texted me to let me know.” Fizz says.
“Okay.” Blitzø says, looking to the side while Fizz continues to clean his face.
“Is there anything you'd like to do tonight as a family?” Fizz asks. “We could play another game if you'd like.”
Blitzø shrugs, he didn't not want to- yesterday was fun. But he also didn't want to think about when Ozzie and Fizz scolded him and took his phone.
Fizz doing it was one thing, but Ozzie was another.
“Blitzø?” Fizz asks. “Are you alright?”
Blitzø nods. “Mhm.”
“You're quiet…and you're never quiet.” Fizz says.
“I want to play a game, yeah…” Blitzø says, looking away awkwardly.
He's definitely acting more like a kid…Fizz wonders if he's actually regressed right now. “Okay…”
“But, I-” Blitzø doesn't know how to say it.
“What is it, buddy?” Fizz asks. “You can tell me.”
“Yesterday I got in trouble.” Blitzø says, crossing his arms.
“Are you worried you'll get in trouble again?” Fizz asks.
Blitzø shakes his head. “No…I just don't want to talk about it again.”
It took Fizz a second to think to understand what Blitzø was getting at. “Ohh. Are you worried that me or Ozzie will bring it up again?” He asks.
Blitzø nods. Parents did that a lot, made him feel bad later for things he did when it came up.
“We won't bring it up, I promise.” Fizz says. “You're allowed to act up, there are consequences sometimes but you're allowed to not be perfect. We're not mad at you.”
“No?” Blitzø asks.
“Of course not. You did amazing today, kiddo. We're not gonna focus on yesterday, today is a clean slate. Okay?” Fizz asks him.
Blitzø nods. “Okay.” He exhales in relief, that must have been eating at him.
Fizz smiles. “Come here.”
Blitzø smiles back and hugs Fizz close.
“You okay now?” Fizz asks.
Blitzø nods. “Mhm.”
“Are you…small?” Fizz asks.
Blitzø hums. “Maybe.”
Fizz chuckles. “That's alright, let's go pick out a game to play tonight.” Fizz says, taking his hand and heading to the living room.
_Later_
Asmodeus walked into the house about fifteen minutes later. “Froggy, Blitzø, I'm back.” Asmodeus says.
“Hey, Ozzie!” Fizz greeted him and Blitzø had a game set up, Blitzø just couldn't wait to start playing, luckily the time it took them to set up was just enough time for Asmodeus to get back.
Fizz has a feeling Blitzø isn't used to Ozzie yet, and he wants them to spend more time together.
Ozzie is part of this too after all, maybe he could convince Ozzie to take next weekend off.
“I see you two are having fun.” Asmodeus says. “Is it alright if I join you?”
Blitzø nods. “Okay, but I'm still the red piece!” Blitzø says.
“No problem, I'll be miss peacock.’ Asmodeus says, sitting where the blue piece was.
“Alright, Blitzø, would you like to go first?” Fizz asks.
Blitzø grabs the dice and throws them onto the board. “I got ten!” Blitzø announces. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!”
Asmodeus looks at Fizz in awe of little Blitzø. He didn't expect Blitzø to regress so soon.
“I accuse ...Mr Green, that's Fizz in the Hall with…uhm…” Blitzø taps his chin. “The Rope!”
The game went on for a while, they ordered some Chinese takeout and for the most part it was a fairly quiet game.
But now they were getting close to the end, most hints leading to Mr Green in the dining room but no one knew what the weapon was.
“Okay, okay. I think I got it.” Ozzie says. “It's Mr green….in the dining room with…the candlestick!”
Fizz looks at Blitzø, then shrugs. “I don't have any cards. You got any?”
Blitzø smiles at Ozzie and slides a card over to him.
Asmodeus gasps. “Are you- are you serious?”
“What?” Fizz asks.
“Mine turn! I accuse Miss Scarlet in the dining room with the candlestick!” Blitzø pulls the cards out of the confidential folder and sure enough, he was right.
“You had the Mr green card the whole time!?” Fizz asks in shock.
Blitzø chuckles evilly. “Hehe. Yeah.”
“You sneaky little-” Fizz tickles Blitzø who starts laughing.
“Fizz! Stop it!” Blitzø laughs.
Fizz does stop, also laughing. “You're very clever, Blitzø.” He says.
“Very clever.” Asmodeus agrees, he checks the time and turns to the two. “Okay, kiddo. It's eight thirty so I think it's time to get ready for bed.”
“But-”
“Blitzø,” Fizz interrupts. “If you get ready now we can read you a bedtime story tonight.” Fizz explains. “Would you like that?”
“I guess.” Blitzø says. “But I want to stay up longer.” He whines.
“I know, but you have work tomorrow, and then you'll come back to play next weekend. Okay?”
Blitzø sighs. “Fine.”
Fizz smiles and hugs Blitzø. “Good job, kiddo. We're very proud of you.”
Blitzø felt really happy to hear that, his frown quickly turned into a smile.
_bedtime_
Once Blitzø was all ready for bed Asmodeus and Fizz tucked him in just like last time- it still felt weird- unnatural even for them to do that, he Is a big boy- uh, a grown up afterall. But he let them, it made them happy and…he doesn't really hate it.
“Goodnight, Blitzø.” Fizz kisses Blitzø's forehead.
Asmodeus sets Blitzø's phone on the nightstand. “Night, Blitzø.”
“Night.” Blitzø says, holding his plush horse tightly as he closes his eyes.
He still didn't manage to get to sleep for a few hours, much like yesterday, but this time he didn't mind so much. Normally he'd be on his phone scrolling through memes, but tonight he just stayed up and talked to his horse plushie about the day.
He had fun and wanted to talk about it.
_Fizz and Ozzie_
Fizz and Asmodeus could hear him and knew he was up, but they didn't mind at all, so long as he was resting.
“I think this is going really well.” Fizz says.
“Seems to be, the fact that he's already regressed says a lot. You're doing great, Froggy.” Asmodeus says.
“Thanks, Oz. I think next weekend we should step it up a bit though.”
“What do you mean?” Asmodeus asks.
“Well, I was hoping you could take off Saturday and Sunday.” Fizz says. “Blitzø needs to spend more time with you.”
“I can probably do that.” Ozzie says.
“Good, I think repeating this week's schedule is a good idea, taking it easy on day one and slowly implementing new things once he's more comfortable, eventually he'll trust us and we can help him live a much healthier life.” Fizz says.
Asmodeus exhales sharply. “You're certainly optimistic, Fizzy.”