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“Is your shoulder still bothering you?” Blitz’s words caught him off guard, dragging him from the abyss. Stolas realized he had been pressing into the scar, struggling to breathe through the pain. In an instant, Stolas steadied his breath, dropped his hand, put up his masks and his walls and his denials. “I fucking hate when you do that.”
“Do what?” Stolas blinked at him, but Blitz was still looking at the motel sign.
“Where you pretend everything is okay to appease me,” Blitz muttered. “You’re clearly upset and bothered and hurting and you have been for fucking weeks but every time I ask, you shut me out and pretend everything is fine. You go from Stolas to Prince Stolas in the blink of an eye and I just… I hate that you think you have to do that or if it’s just a habit from… all the bullshit. I just hate it, Stols. Don’t apologize.”