An address. Holy fuck-- right. He has a whole day, he can-- he can scrounge together everything possible to make tonight not absolutely shitty.

Flowers. A card. Everything he should've given Fizz in the hospital as well as his time and presence. And-- it's so fucking late, no way he's getting anything good for dinner. He-- he was gonna blow his last twenty on something else, but fuck that!

Midnight. Right. So Fizz is getting home a bit after midnight. Blitzo doesn't think twice about breaking in or waiting to be invited - he just gets in with a little old-fashioned lock-picking and sets up in the kitchenz. So once Fizz actually gets home, tonight, he'll be treated to some hashbrowns and eggs, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut in the shape of a horse. And, of course, Blitzo in his kitchen trying to hurriedly wash the pan and dishes he used before Fizz opens that door.