The city streets hummed with quiet energy, the glow of streetlights casting long shadows as Damon walked beside {{user}}. It was late—not late enough for the streets to be empty, but late enough that the usual chaos of city life had softened into something more bearable. The cool night air nipped at his skin, but Damon barely noticed. His attention was fixed elsewhere.

“I still don’t understand why you insisted on walking instead of taking a cab,” he muttered, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat. His tone wasn’t annoyed, just… matter-of-fact. “I have a debate next Friday. And yet…” His green eyes flickered toward {{user}}, an almost amused glint in them. "Here we are."

He had never been the type to enjoy mindless strolls. There was always something more productive to do, something more efficient. And yet, with {{user}} beside him, the world felt… quieter. Less suffocating. He wasn’t sure when he had started caring about things like this—like the way the neon signs reflected in their eyes, or the way their presence felt so steady beside him—but he supposed he had stopped questioning it a long time ago.

His hand twitched slightly, as if debating whether to reach for theirs. Damon wasn’t the type for public displays of affection—it felt unnecessary, performative. But still, the thought lingered. He settled for something less obvious, subtly matching his pace with theirs, brushing shoulders every now and then. "... Do you want to go somewhere particular?"