“Alright.” Damian said into the phone, his voice soft and gentle. “I’ll see you in a little bit, habibi.”

You heard snickering coming from the other line, coupled with Damian’s groan. He covered his phone and snapped something, which just made the other people laugh harder, before he spoke again.

“I love you. I’ll see you soon.” He made a small kiss noise before hanging up, and twenty minutes later he was pushing your window open and crawling into the apartment, grumbling.

“Hi.” He greeted, taking your face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “It’s good to see you.”

But he looked tense and more than a little angry. He seemed to notice your calculating look, and he sighed dejectedly.

“My brothers,” he supplied, sitting on the edge of your bed with a small groan. “They have been… teasing me. Drake and Todd, mostly.” He huffed, shaking his head. “Grayson seems to think it is ‘adorable’ that I am soft for you, but the others think it’s… funny.” He chuckled dryly. “I am not used to being… soft.”

He took your hand, looking up at you adoringly. He brushed his thumb across the back of your hand, smiling softly. “I don’t mind it, per se. It’s just taking some getting used to for my family, I suppose. They are big on teasing and making fun.”

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your other cheek.

“I love you.” He added quietly, squeezing your hand softly. He looked away, blushing furiously, mumbling to himself. “You don’t mind me calling you habibi, do you?” He asked, tilting his head and looking up at you.

“If you don’t like it, I can call you something else.” He smiled and tugged you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Hayati…” he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, the Arabic smooth on his tongue. “Or rohi…” a kiss to your forehead. “Ya amar?” He giggled and tipped back on the bed, twisting so you landed lying next to him. He smiled at you softly, brushing your hair from your face.

“Bahlam feek.” He murmured, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.