[At the very least, Stolas isn't making a point to hover. When Blitzø actually picks up the call he walks away, arms folded tightly across his chest as he goes to wait in the doorway of the infirmary instead.]
[Well shit. He could have dealt with anything except for actual understanding and genuine concern. In the face of that, Blitzø groans and closes his eyes.]
No, I'm fine. It's fine. I just... I knew you and Johann would be pissed and so I asked Stolas if he could fix me up with his magic instead. Now he's pissed instead.
I do actually want my arm fixed, faster than waiting for it to heal normally anyway.
If you mean 'upset at you', I would not be. A pillow-throw's annoyance that you didn't make the matter simple and just come to me, but I think you can weather that. Perhaps a bundled stocking on top for trying to keep secrets from me.
Can he fix your arm? Or shall I make my way there?
[The fuck is this guilt bullshit, he hates how Florian being reasonable is somehow so much worse than the imagined lectures had been and Blitzø glances over at Stolas too. There's guilt there as well, although he has no idea what to do about it.]
No, Stolas said he can't do that kind of magic. He'd probably be able to learn it though, he's all powerful and shit back in Hell.
I'll head to the infirmary, then. We can talk more later. Feel free to pass this back to Stolas; he can remain there if you like or depart, I've no preference.
Yeah, fine. [Blitzø drags his good hand down his face and offers the communicator back to Stolas, all the while trying to ignore the churning feeling in his gut at all of this.
He knew it was stupid now but he'd vaguely hoped that he wouldn't have to deal with Stolas meeting with Florian and Johann, that he could just ignore it and it would... somehow work itself out. The fact that was never going to be the case is abundantly clear now.]
[His attention turns back to Blitz when he hears the call end, but rather than move back towards him, his communicator gets the light blue glow of his magic around it, and it gets tugged politely out of Blitz's hand to float back into Stolas's.]
No thank you, Blitz. [His voice is quiet and polite again, but there's an underlying steel that Blitz hasn't actually been on the receiving end of much before.] I'm sure Florian will have you quite in hand. Do get better soon.
[And he tucks his communicator into his vest pocket as he ducks his head to leave the infirmary.]
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No, I'm fine. It's fine. I just... I knew you and Johann would be pissed and so I asked Stolas if he could fix me up with his magic instead. Now he's pissed instead.
I do actually want my arm fixed, faster than waiting for it to heal normally anyway.
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Can he fix your arm? Or shall I make my way there?
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No, Stolas said he can't do that kind of magic. He'd probably be able to learn it though, he's all powerful and shit back in Hell.
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He knew it was stupid now but he'd vaguely hoped that he wouldn't have to deal with Stolas meeting with Florian and Johann, that he could just ignore it and it would... somehow work itself out. The fact that was never going to be the case is abundantly clear now.]
Stolas, are you, I mean, do you wanna... stay?
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No thank you, Blitz. [His voice is quiet and polite again, but there's an underlying steel that Blitz hasn't actually been on the receiving end of much before.] I'm sure Florian will have you quite in hand. Do get better soon.
[And he tucks his communicator into his vest pocket as he ducks his head to leave the infirmary.]
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Now what am I to be looking at...