"You look awful," Damian mocked, entering your apartment. "It seemed strange to me that you weren't hovering around and bothering me," he hissed, looking at you on your bed.

Damian was not one to show affection towards anyone. But he felt that he was missing that annoying insect that had bothered him since he was fourteen years old. You disappeared for almost a week and it turns out you were sick. Not that he cared about you. He's just learned to put up with you or so he tells himself.