[[Wait, what? An M-rated story? By me?! Huh, always knew it'd be for language if it happened. Lo and behold, it finally has! And I am awkward at it! XD So yeah, fair warning, enough adult language and F-Bombs ahead that I didn't feel comfy with the T-rating I normally go with for other fandoms. But you wouldn't be reading in this fandom if you weren't prepared for that already. Riiiiiight?

Happy reading!]]

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Become Fine

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Blitzo heaved a heavy, tired sigh as he flopped into the chair behind his desk. It was the middle of the night in Hell. Scratch that, it was later than the middle of the night in Hell. It was damn near morning by then, but still early enough that the only notable light was coming in slow intervals from some neon sign across the road. Aside from the usual constant red glow of the city, of course.

He should sleep. He really, really should. Loonie was hopefully doing exactly that at home right then. Same for Mox and Mills. Hell, even Stolas had been sound asleep when Blitzo had left. But Blitzo himself didn't think he could do the same. Too many voices of literal demons past were still echoing and ringing and bouncing around in his skull. Taunting him. Criticizing him. Reminding him.

Really, there was only one way to sum up… however many hours… since that damn alley.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."

Yeah. That sounded accurate enough.

Blitzo slouched low in the chair, nearly to the point of sliding to the floor. He just… needed a moment alone. A moment to think. A moment to shove all those pesky emotions back into their dark little corners and—

AAAAHHHHHH!

The sound of ringing and screaming tore through the silence, and he was sent into a mad scramble to find which damn pocket held his damn fucking phone with that damn fucking shit ringtone-!

He snatched the device from its downward arc through the air. A spiderweb of cracks formed across the answer icon under his finger. "What the fuck now?!"

"…Sir?"

Blitzo froze for a confused second or ten. "Mox?" Why would Moxxie be calling at that hour? He stomped down on the knee-jerk flutter of panic at something being wrong; at just one more shoe preparing to drop. "Moxxie, it's the crack of dawn. What are you doing calling me?"

"Well, uh, Sir… It's just…" Across town, Moxxie closed a kitchen cabinet and opened another. "I woke up to get some water, and… umm… Sir, where are you? Is there a cabinet I don't know about?"

Despite his foul mood, Blitzo smirked with an impressive level of mischief as he realized what Moxxie was talking about. Whatever cabinet Moxxie was looking in was shut, and he heard the pop of suction that came with the refrigerator opening next. "What's the matter, Mox? Can't find my new hiding spot?"

Moxxie rolled his eyes as he closed the fridge. "Sir, please."

Blitzo chuckled to himself, feeling some of the tension ease. He leaned back in his chair. "Relax. I'm at the office."

Moxxie paused for a beat. "Is everything okay, Sir?"

"Peachy keen, Moxxie Bean!" Blitzo's face split with a shit-eating grin, while Moxxie pulled the phone away to give it a baffled look. Sensing the very look that he was likely probably most definitely 100% getting, Blitzo kicked his feet up on the desk and quickly moved on. "Aaaanyway, look. Get your water, then get some sleep. In fact, let's all take the day off. We'll get back to killing assholes the day after. Or… tomorrow? Or… Fuck, whatever day it is, I don't know and frankly I don't give a damn."

Moxie had picked up said glass of water while Blitzo had been talking, and he stared into it then. The surface reflected the kitchen's ceiling light, rippling and flickering. Almost like a candle. "Sir, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, Mox." Blitzo obviously couldn't see Moxxie's frown at that four-letter F-word, but frown the smaller imp did. "I'm fine. Everyone's fine." Moxxie tilted his head back with a resigned roll of his eyes. He was considering an idea he'd probably regret. To be honest, he was regretting it already. "The business is fine. Even the book and Stolas are fine. Everything's fi—"

"You can come over tomorrow."

There was a long, stunned silence. "…What?"

"Well, technically it's today, but you know what I mean. And if you could please wait until afternoon, that way we can all be well rested and recuperated?" He'd apologize to Millie later, though he doubted his wife would mind. He had told himself he would be a better friend and, however drug-induced that promise may have been, right then seemed as good a time as any to start.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

…Crumbs.

"You're seriously inviting me to your place?"

"Knocking on the door would be especially appreciated."

"You've never invited me to your place."

Moxxie barely resisted the urge to point out that Blitzo had always invited himself. "I'm inviting you now… Blitz." Blitzo's eyes went wide, bright, and starry, and a shrill, closed mouth squeal of joy escaped. "If you would like to come over, you may. But, please, knock when you get here."

"What's the matter? Worried I'll see some kinky shit that I shouldn't?" Blitzo snickered while Moxxie responded with a long-suffering sigh and strong desire to smack a palm to his face. Too bad he was still holding the water.

"Good night, Sir."

"Yeah yeah, right right. See you tomorrow then. Er, today. I mean—this afternoo—MOTHERFU-!"

Moxxie cut off the ensuing rant with a tap on the screen and a beep. As he crawled into bed, Millie cracked open an eye. "How's the boss doin'?"

He shrugged. "Eh. He'll be over in the afternoon." As an afterthought, he added a disgruntled, "Hopefully." He would definitely regret everything if Blitzo showed up in the next five minutes, although it wouldn't surprise the couple one bit.

Millie gave a sleepy giggle, opening the other eye to look at her husband fully. "And how are you doin', hun? You gonna be alright?"

He took a moment to simply stare at the ceiling and breathe. Blitzo and him were hardly going to become BFFs overnight after one mission gone wrong. But even Moxxie had to admit that the time for a strictly boss-and-employee relationship had long since been set on fire and catapulted out the window. Maybe, with a little work, they really could be friends.

Maybe, just maybe, they really could become fine.

"Yeah." He smiled softly, turning to find a matching smile on Millie's face in return. "I think we all really will be."

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End

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