@Skylark
Damien shrugged, dropping his arm and feigning nonchalance. “It’s not the first time. Kira bloodied up the last guy, though.” God, that had been terrifying…
Damien shrugged, dropping his arm and feigning nonchalance. “It’s not the first time. Kira bloodied up the last guy, though.” God, that had been terrifying…
"…The fuck do you mean it's not the first time?" He asked, feeling a spike of anger go through him.
Damien leveled a stare at the other man. “The fuck do you think I mean?” he replied tiredly. “I mean I’ve been roofied before.”
"Damien-" He froze, realizing he didn't actually know what to say. I'm gonna kill at least two motherfuckers-
Damien sighed, rubbing his face. “Don’t worry about it, Eric. I’m-it’s not worth it,” he muttered.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" He asked, blinking.
“I mean I don’t know who did it,” Damien sighed. “The first time it was a stranger and I didn’t see anyone tonight. Either way, going after em wouldn’t help. I just live with it.”
"You shouldn't have to." He said, voice a little softer than usual.
Another shrug. “Maybe not, but I do, and that’s just how it is,” Damien murmured. “Can we just leave it?”
"…Fine." He relented, sighing slightly.
Damien let the silence sit for a moment, then turned his head to look at Eric.
“Why do you care, anyways?”
Eric bit his lip, not really having a solid answer. "It's just…"
Damien raised an eyebrow, shifting to face Eric more fully. He looks good when he bites his lip… Wait, no-
"…No one deserves that." He said finally, finding some words to at least get out some answer.
Damien snorted. “No shit. But it happens all the time, and it so happened that it happened to me,” he said. “I appreciate, and am surprised by, your concern.”
Eric looked down, fidgeting again. "It-it's nothing."
((Would you mind if I gave him an angsty piece of backstory?))
(go for it)
Damien’s eyebrows knit together. “Hey, what is it, Eric?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”
Eric shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "Nothing, it's fine."
“Hey, no pressure,” Damien said, tone softer. “But you can talk to me if you need to.”
"Thanks…" He mumbled, looking down at his lap.
Damien felt weirdly inclined to move closer, to put an arm around Eric or something. But Eric might not like that, so he stayed where he was.
Eric bit his lip, slowly standing up. "I should get going. John'll worry."
Damien leaned forward, reaching out to grab Eric’s hand. “Stay here,” he said, surprising himself. “You can call John and tell him my address.” I want to make sure you’re okay, too…
"Are-are you sure?" He asked quietly, a little surprised. Why would he want me to stay?
“Yeah,” Damien answers, just as soft. “You really helped me, I’d be a dick to make you leave this late.” And I don’t like that you’re hiding something
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