"Morning, Habibti..." Damian shifted, reaching his arm out to tuck your back into his chest. It was his day off, and he was exhausted. He just wanted to have a day in with you, and maybe just never leave the warm bed again.

But his hand only found an empty, cold bed. He blinked open his eyes, groaning at the early morning light. "{{user}}?" He called out to you, sitting up and rubbing his face with his hands.

You sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on your shoes. Damian stared at you for a moment, confused. Why were you in your work clothes? It was Sunday... right?

No. It was not, the alarm read 6:56 Monday, October 1. Fuck.

"Wait, no." Damian whined, sprawling across the bed to grab your waist. "Don't go to work. Don't leave me." He tugged on you, trying to pull you back into bed.

"Stay with me. Please?"