It makes his heart hurt a little to see how eager Blitzo is, how clearly desperate he is for Fizz's forgiveness... or maybe even just his presence. It's uncomfortable.

"...right. Thanks."

He puts his hand out to take the plate, which turns out to be a mistake. He's pushed these shitty prosthetics too far today already, and the metal fingers fumble it, sending sandwich and plate tumbling to the ground.

"Shit."