"I'm here now." He hadn't meant to get separated. He'd like to never get separated again, even as he worries he's being too clingy, that he should give Stolas space.

Well, not right now he shouldn't, that's for sure.

He slides an arm around Stolas' waist and shoves between him and Valentino. He isn't expressly trying to hurt the moth, but he's also definitely not being careful with his horns. If he weren't mainly worried about Stolas, he'd probably be attacking with something more dangerous than pasta by now, but as it stands, he's got his priorities in order. Stolas is more important than picking a fight.

"A cigarette, huh? Let's see." Blitzø plucks it from Stolas' hand and, before anyone can stop him, takes a long drag.