"you can't be like this forever." you glance at your best friend, while you're eating a salad.

"yes i can." damiano says from the couch, smoking a cigarette.

he's been there since he woke up, he has a couple of blankets, tissues, candy, cigarettes and his guitar. he's been staying in your apartment for a week and a half, he broke up with his girlfriend after 8 years of being together, so he left the apartment they lived in and is staying with you until he finds something.

"you're literally off, dami. this is not you." you say cleaning your mouth. "it's not the end of the world, i promise you."

"i know." his voice is hoarse. "but still." he says, his dark circles under his eyes are even more prominent now, his sleep schedule is totally messed up.

you look at him, worried. you've never seen your best friend like this, his energy is nothing like it normally is. "you can stay here as long as you want and need, though. you know that."