(based on 'baby said' by måneskin)

You knew him for a short time, in fact, it was a very recent relationship. Damiano tried to get to know you more but you... You weren't that type. Even now, when Damiano was sitting on the edge of your bed, one leg bouncing slightly, fingers absentmindedly twisting the rings on his hand, you weren't very open to conversation

"So," he murmured, breaking the silence. "What's your dream vacation?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you took another sip from the glass in your hand. "Seriously?"

His lips curled into something between a smirk and a sigh. "Yeah. Seriously."

You set the glass down, crawling closer until you were on his lap, hands resting against his chest. "Why do you care?"

His hands found your waist, steady but not pulling you in the way you wanted. "Because I want to know you."

Your fingers traced the outline of his jaw before sliding down to his collar. "I thought you already did."

He let out a quiet breath, something between frustration and amusement. "I don't know what keeps you up at night. I don't know what makes you cry. I don't know why you never talk about your family, or why you always change the subject when I ask about your past."

Your nails scraped lightly against his skin as you tilted your head. "That's because none of it matters."

His eyes darkened. "It does to me."

You pressed a finger to his lips, silencing whatever words he was about to say. “When you’re talkin’, I go deąd, shut your mouth, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥."

His jaw clenched under your touch, a muscle twitching as he exhaled through his nose. "You don't get it, do you?"