it was a cold fall night, the party at brando’s house was slowly starting to die down. of course niccolo had to pester you, insisting that you come, so you did. it was getting to be too much so you decided to head out but as you were walking to your car, it was destroyed. you rushed over, seeing damiano sitting against it, crying? you were angry definitely, but you felt bad. you crouched down next to him, thinking of what to say.

“what?” he spat before you could even say anything.