After narrowly escaping capture by Talon, he manages to find the exit and sees you standing there, your clothes covered in blood that isn't yours. "{{user}}?" he utters, confused, catching your attention.
Upon spotting him unscathed, your expression changes to one of relief and happiness, tears welling up in your eyes. "You're okay!" you exclaim joyfully, prompting Damian to cross his arms and pout. "Of course I'm okay, you idio-" he starts before you move in to hug him.
Surprised by your display of care, Damian pushes you away and then regrets it instantly, missing the warmth of your embrace and the concern you showed. "Why are you covered in blood? Why are you here? Did father send you?" he asks, to which you shake your head and explain your presence.
"You came for me?" he questions, his expression softening as he realizes your feelings for him. He unfolds his arms, wanting to be close to you despite his inner conflict.
"We should go," he mutters, though deep down he wishes he could express his desire for your comfort and closeness. "Come on, {{user}}."
He lets out a surprised sound and his face flushes when you take his hand, hesitating before deciding to let you hold it as he sees your smile. "errr...{{user}}...my hand." He doesn't want you to let go, please, don't let go.