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—Frozen II, “Some Things Never Change”
"Thank you, Mox. I will." And although it wasn't something the two of them usually ever did, Blitz brushed Moxxie's tail with his, trying to show any hint at all of how deeply this kindness affected him, how much it meant to him. He had never really understood Moxxie before, he knew that now, because he'd never gotten to see the full depth of that incredible heart. He knew Moxxie was sweet, knew he was silly, knew he was a lethal killer. But now? He knew Moxxie was so much more. Moxxie loved. Moxxie loved in ways he never should have been able to, never should have learned to want to, because he was good man. The two of them had both survived horrific fucking childhoods, but where Blitz's heart had come out an uncertain and bruised thing? Moxxie's was thriving.
I can learn from him, Blitz thought, as they walked along the streets together, still holding hands because he couldn't bring himself to let go. If Moxxie can do it, I can do it. And I will. I owe everyone that much, myself included. A glance up at the sky made his heart ache, so Blitz looked back down, looked over at his friend, and his eyes gleamed a little brighter, losing some of the dullness that came with heartache.
He didn't say a word until they were outside Moxxie's building, but then he turned to face him. Blitz finally let go of his hand, but only after squeezing it--trying to say so much with that little gesture. Thank you, I love you, I need you, you are incredible, you did more for me tonight than you can possibly know but somehow I think you know anyway.
"Have a good night," he said, voice soft and warm, and he touched his forehead to Moxxie's before hurrying away.
Blitz went home as quickly as he could, and as promised, he sent Moxxie a text:
-> Made it safe. Luv you. Thank you.
Simple words. Not enough. Nothing would ever be enough. He didn't know how to deal with the kind of gratitude he was feeling, didn't know how to handle how much love he had just been shown. For Blitz, love wasn't something to take for granted--it wasn't something to take at all, because he had never trusted before that anyone meant it when they offered it.
As he washed blood from his knuckles, tears slid down his cheeks. Shame, guilt. All of the love people had tried to offer, all of the love he had rejected because he was too afraid and traumatized and fucking stupid.
All of the love.
By the time the water ran clear, he had stopped crying. Blitz bandaged his hands, then curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow to his chest, and let himself fall into Moxxie's gift:
Hope.
Moxxie squeaked as he was lifted by Blitzo. He was always impressed, though not surprised, by how strong the other imp was. After seeing Blitzo bench guns that had to be three times his size. But he didn't struggle, holding on to his friend-and-boss for a moment, allowing him a moment to decompress. Maybe he needed something like a living security blanket? Sure, Moxxie could do that. He smiled bashfully as Blitzo set him back down on his hooves and rubbed the back of one of his horns.
Clasping his hands together, he listened, head tilted. Blitzo's scattered sentences were still worrisome but he seemed to have stopped crying and panicking and that was a positive. At the request, Moxxie nodded, almost eagerly. Anything to help to Blitzo.
"Yes. We can do that. If you want to visit for a little while you can too. But I understand if you want to go right home." He took Blitzo's unbruised hand so he could hold it. "I'd like that..." he nodded at the idea of Blitzo texting him to let him know he got home safe. "I think I finished all the office chores, so you can use this weekend to recover if you need."
Usually he'd leave it at that. But considering that they were being more honest with each other lately, he added, almost in a whisper, "Hopefully you'll call us if you need anything."