[Fizz would argue that everyone deserves to be handled with care, and being immortal doesn't mean someone doesn't have feelings that can be hurt. He has a lot of experience with that in his relationship with Oz, a big bad Sin that most would assume could never need protection.

He's pretty sure Regis is a person with feelings, regardless the outer packaging, and that's all that matters. If he has addiction issues, then Fizz would be a fucking dickhole to make those worse, even if he wasn't relying on Regis' kindness and generosity to keep him alive here.

He opens his mouth to crack a lewd joke about how often he makes things harder for some people, but then that hand is suddenly on his head. Between the remains of his horns. And Fizz freezes.

A short and sharp intake of breath, a sudden fear that Regis is about to pull the soft cloth from his head and reveal the shame underneath. Broken, disgusting-- he... Wait. Fuck. He's just patting? A small shudder goes through him, but he has a smile forced back to his lips by the time Regis is withdrawing his hand, determined to cover it up.]

Yeah? Well, good thing I'm meeting you now then, isn't it? Besides, some people who 'make grave errors' never care enough to try and right their mistakes, so-- You can tell me the shit you did one day if you want, and it'll make you feel better, but you don't have to.

[He shrugs, spreading his hands. Maybe Regis did some awful things, but he's a step ahead of most people who never even bother to try and change.

Fizz can't help his hands lifting, touching his hat only for a second, just making sure it's still securely in place and his secret is safe.]

Uh, your question, I guess?