Blitzo returned to the palace half an hour later.
"Hey baby. I brought the things, and I picked us up a bottle of wine."
Stolas looks up, as if trying to regain his composure. He still feels the effects of seeing Octavia like that... Watching the whole panic attack... And the guilt. But he still looks at him, looking at the wine... He lets out a heavy sigh. He could use some.
"That... That is... Just what I could use... Thank you..."
He says softly.
"You really know me... Don't you... My love...?"
Blitzo climbed up into his lap for a kiss.
"Of course, my sweet prince~"
Stolas blushes heavily at the sudden kiss, his eyes widening from surprise with a flustered expression on his face.
He couldn't help but return the kiss... To return the affection. He just can't help but feel that tingle. That spark.
"I just... I adore you. I love you."
"Hey... try not to think about what happened earlier anymore... You're just going to stress yourself out even more..."
"I... You're right... You're so right... I... I just... It's just so... So hard to... To not... Not have these thoughts... These constant... These..."
He says before taking a moment... Taking a breath.
"You're right... I... I need to stop letting these things... These thoughts fill me with fear... I... I just... I just need to be... To be more positive..."
He says softly, smiling faintly as he leans into Blitzo.
"You... You know me so well, love..."
Blitzo peeked over stolas' shoulder back into the bedroom. Octavia was still asleep on his bed. Somehow, even in sleep, her face still seemed pained.
"Is she... Is she still sleeping...?"
Stolas asks softly, his eyes following Blitzo's and looking into the bedroom. He can't help but feel that pain... That worry... And the guilt...
"Is she okay...?"
He asks softly, putting a hand on Blitzo's shoulder, a touch of real worry, real concern for Octavia on his face.
"Stolas, baby. Take a breath. You're only going to get worked up again. She's okay. She's asleep and not going anywhere. None of these things that have happened are your fault. Okay? Do you understand me, baby?"
Stolas nods, breathing in deeply. It takes a considerable amount of effort. He lets out another breath.
"Okay, you're right... You are right..."
He says softly, taking another deep breath, letting it out slowly, just trying to calm himself down. He doesn't want to worry about these thoughts anymore.
"Okay..."
He says, smiling a little more genuinely. The pain was still there but more small.
"I understand, my love..."
"You've done so much to take care of her that you are forgetting to take care of yourself... you haven't eaten all day and it's past 1:00. If you promise me you'll stop worrying... I'll make you some pasta."
"Alright... Promise... I'll promise to stop... To stop worrying."
He says softly, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
"Good boy~"
Blitzo knew what he was doing by praising him in such a way.
Stolas's face goes red. He can't help but blush profusely. It's like an instant tick that just can't be helped. To be called a 'good boy' is... It's just... It's so... It just... It just triggers something in him.
