On a practice Thursday, Damon and {{user}} had stayed up late, Damon didn't look tired at all, the others had already left, but Damon was still practicing his vowels, while {{user}} was sitting on the couch, Damon was standing and humming. Damon started dancing with that lazy grin tugging at his lips, hands in his pockets as he started humming a tune—off-key on purpose, just to see if you'd notice, eyes flicking your way with that glint that said he was definitely up to something.