Rowan was still holding Damian's hand. "Right. I just…" he shrugged a little. "Thank you." he said again. "I…am probably going to say that a few more times before the night is over. Just…a head-up." he chuckled softly, looking at Damian with a soft smile. He didn't notice when Damian's hand came away with blood on his fingers, eyes focused on the other man's face.
Damian laughed lightly with a huge grin on his face, “Alright. But you have to promise me one thing,” Damian’s eyes sparkled with joy and a hint of mischief. “Each time you say thank you, you have to kiss me.” He smiled even more, shifting to lean his head on his hand and rest his elbow on the table—consequentially hiding the bit of blood on his hand. For now, at least, as the side effect of putting his hand in his hair again was getting a little more blood on it.
Rowan sighed loudly, teasing Damian a little. "Fine." He smirked after a moment. "Do I have to give them immediately, or can I save them for later?" He asked mischievously, eyes glinting with good humor and laughter. Honestly, he didn't care what Damian said in response to his question. Either way, he was going to kiss him.
Damian made a show of thinking about it for a couples seconds. “Hmmm… I think I’ll let you save them for later.” He grinned with a giggle, happiness bubbling out if him. Rowan just made him happy, when they were like this. When they danced together, when the snuggled, when Rowan walked him to his car, this entire date… all of it made Damian happy. The Reaper did that. The Reaper made me happy like this.
Rowan smiled. "Alright then. Does that mean I get to ambush you with kisses whenever I want, then?" he asked teasingly, unable to stop his happy smile as he looked at Damian. I really do like him. I do. And I want…I want us to be able to be together. So badly. He wanted things to stay like this so badly it almost physically hurt.
Damian’s cheeks hinted with pink at the thought of getting ambushed with kisses. “You can,” He accepted with a grin, though he knew he shouldn’t be grinning right now. He shouldn’t be here right now, with the Reaper, but look what happened. Now he liked him a lot, and the world had turned upside down. Damian shifted, putting his hand back on the table. Now, his fingers had a more blood on them, or some light smears of it.
Rowan chuckled softly. "Alright." He saw the blood on Damian's hand, and frowned worriedly, grabbing the hand and looking at it. "What happened?" He asked worriedly, looking at Damian again. "Are you hurt?" He could tell the blood on Damian's hand wasn't actually from the hand, but he wasn't sure where it was from, if not the hand. Please don't let him be hurt. Please. Please don't be hurt. He begged silently.
Damian’s eyes widened in panic. His already pale face seemed to turn even paler. Shoot shoot shoot. He couldn’t decide between playing dumb and brushing it off, but in the panic of the moment he ended up going with the latter. He tried to tug his hand away. “That’s nothing, really, just a small cut or something. I’ll just go wash it off in the bathroom.” He made to stand up.
"You sure you're okay?" Rowan asked. He had some sort of fear, however irrational, that Damian was going to walk away and leave him. He looked at Damian worriedly. "Do you…do you need any help?" he bit his lip a little, grey eyes following the other male's movements carefully.
Damian bit his lip nervously. “I think I’m fine, I…” Damian felt a bit of blood trickle over he neck. He knew he didn’t really give himself much time to recover, and heck, he probably still had dirt and grime in his hair—and most likely infecting the scrape. So despite how much he didn’t want to worry Rowan or address just how he got the scrape, he mumbled, “Help would be nice…”
Rowan nodded. "Okay. Come on." He scribbled out a note for the waiter, and got up to lead Damian to the restroom. He led Damian to the bathroom, and then gently started inspecting the cut on his head. "Stay still, I'll help you." he said softly. He got his hands wet, cleaning off the cut as best he could.
Damian closed his eyes, wincing a little as Rowan inspected it. The scrape covered a good amount of his head roughly the size of his hand- but thankfully he’d only accidentally picked off part of the scab. “It hurts…” He muttered softly, putting his hands on the sink counter to brace himself a little—not because it hurt that bad, but because he was worried he might accidentally freeze something if he didn’t have anything to hold onto.
"I know. I'm sorry." Rowan replied softly, still cleaning off the cut. He grabbed a paper towel, cleaning away blood from the wound. "There. I got everything. I wish I had some Neosporin on me, but…this will have to do for now. After dinner we can take care of it some more, alright?" he cupped Damian's chin in one hand, thumb rubbing gently over Damian's cheek.
Damian leaned his head into Rowan’s hand, but couldn’t meet the other man’s eyes. “Thank you, Rowan,” He mumbled softly, then before he could stop himself he was leaning in and wrapping his arms around Rowan. Around the Reaper. But he couldn’t help it. He was just so sick of being hurt. He wanted to just go on dates and have fun without having to worry about responsibilities or injuries or pain. The only reason he was free to go out with Rowan because it was only with him that Damian knew he wouldn’t be busy, because the only thing that kept him busy was the Reaper’s attacks on the city—and if they were dating, neither would be doing two things at once so to speak.
Rowan nodded. After a moment, he hugged Damian back, pressing his mouth to the other male's cheek. "You're welcome." he said softly. I don't know what I've done to deserve you… He thought, but wasn't sure if Damian would respond positively if Rowan said that. He let out a soft breath, and then pressed a kiss to Damian's mouth, gentle and light and careful.
Damian melted. His heart frozen by loneliness melted from the warmth Rowan’s touch and lips gave him. Damian kissed him back, soaking in the feeling and not wanting to let go. His lips were soft as they matched with Rowan’s as they kissed, but it was almost as if undertones of sadness seeped through him. He wanted this freedom that he got from Rowan. He yearned for it. But he knew, in reality, he couldn’t let himself buy into the illusion much longer. Reaper was still the Reaper. That’s all there was to it to know that it wouldn’t work out despite how much Damian wanted it to.
Rowan held him close, and kissed him again, arms wrapped around Damian. He could feel something…something strange in Damian's returned kisses, but…he didn't know what it was. His own lips were soft and gentle against the other male's. His arm tucked around Damian's waist, the other cupping the back of Damian's head, oh-so-careful not to touch the scabbed wound there. He wanted this. He wanted Damian to trust him and want him just as much as Rowan wanted Damian.
Damian could’ve stayed there forever. He would’ve, really. Damian put most of his weight into Rowan, in part because he simply wanted to be close, but also because he was feeling a bit unsteady from the blood loss from earlier again. Maybe his pounding heart just wasn’t helping. He just… Damian really like Rowan. Each moment they spent together felt fleeting, and Damian just had this sense of running out of time.
(why do you write like you're running out of time/write day and night like you're running out of time sorry i'm Hamiltrash so…..)
Rowan held him close. After a few moments of his mouth meeting Damian's, kissing him gently, he finally pulled away a little, resting his head against Damian's. "We should get back to the table and eat. We can…continue this later, though. If you like." he traced one hand gently over Damian's cheek and down his throat for a moment, before cupping his cheek.
(Ha lol)
“I’d like that,” Damian agreed softly, stretching out his throat a little to expose it more to the man before him for a couple seconds. “I’m just… I’m sorry. Is it okay if we could just forget about this?” He mumbled softly, referring to his head, not their wonderful kisses that they just shared.
Rowan nodded. "Alright." he gave Damian one last sweet, gentle kiss, before reluctantly pulling away. "Come on." he took Damian's hand, and led him back to their table, pulling Damian's chair out for him, before sitting down himself, their hands still linked. The waiter was waiting for them, and placed their food down in front of them. "Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?" Rowan shook his head. "I don't think so. But thank you."
Damian smiled gratefully, kissing him back sweetly. He intertwined their fingers as they walked back together. He couldn’t bring himself to even want to let go when they sat down, and was glad that Rowan didn’t pull his hand away. “Thank you,” Damian told the waiter with a thankful smile, then happily focused his attention on the food. “I can’t remember the last time I had food that looked this good.”
The waiter smiled, nodded, and left. Rowan smiled at Damian happily, and picked up his burger. He set it down again after nearly dropping it. "I think I need both hands to eat. I'm sorry. We can hold hands again later, though." he said with a smile, pulling his hand away to pick up his food.
(gtg. good night!)
(Good night!)
Damian let out a small laugh, withdrawing his hand but smiling nonetheless about how Rowan had tried to eat it with only one hand. He took a forkful of his pasta, happily biting into it. However that was probably the largest bite he had, as the next bite he took a smaller forkful and nibbled on it. Damian just wasn’t much for eating a lot at one time.
Rowan, on the other hand, happily took a big bite of his burger. It had come with a side of fries, which he happily dipped in ketchup and ate as well. The wine had also been served. Which looked a little strange, him eating a burger with a wine glass sitting beside him. But he didn't really care if it looked odd.