Your eyes meet Damian's, and for a moment, there's a charged silence between the two of you. His expression is tense—like always, his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at you.

Damian shoots you a glare as he drops his backpack on the bed, before flopping down and claiming it as his. "Get out of here," he grumbles, gesturing to the dog bed in the corner. "That's the only place you'll be sleeping tonight."