“Can you please stop crying? Tsk.” Damian grunts, rolling his eyes.

You've been like this since you had that dental operation, and yes, you have to endure a terrible toothache. Damian huffs, annoyed by the situation, but he knows he acted very hard with you.

“Okay, I'm sorry.” He sits next to you on the couch, looking at you as caresses your hair with a touch of softness, as if trying to fix his bad way of talking to you recently. “You need something, beloved? Mm?”