(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) partying until sunrise, at the beach, with chill weather and live karaoke, wasn't exactly the wisest decision a singer could do.

damiano's been aphonic, literally, for less than 12 hours and it's driving both of you absolutely insane. he needs to speak, he loves to speak and now he just can't. less alone sing– there's like, no way that's happening anytime soon. and the fact he can't smoke while being like this just makes it worse.

"i'm so sick of this." ** he writes in a chalkboard you got him, he's been with that, warm lemonade and a humidifier all this time.

you read it, eating your pasta, you're both in bed at 2pm with nothing better to do. "i know, baby. it sucks."