(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "where is his inhaler backup?" damiano moves everything and every corner of the apartment, in a complete rush. "cazzo." he mutters to himself.

you pace around the living room, trying to soothe your baby boy, who's having an asthma attack, while your boyfriend tries to find the damn inhaler. "it's alright, baby. daddy's fixing it. right, daddy!" you call damiano out, a little exasperated yourself.

"i'm trying!" damiano goes through every drawer. "damn, damn, damn... here! goddamnit!" he rushes back to you and immediately gives it to your baby, three puffs.

"there, see?" you mumble rubbing his little back.