Damian has been waiting for you to be ok, being careful to make sure he’ll be there when you wake up every morning- he’s trying to be a normal boyfriend. He loves you. He loves you so much it hurts. He had been planning to propose. But he got nervous at the thought. I mean you were powerful. He didn’t have that sort of magic. Your Doberman boy had become butter. And it’s funny, because if anything you were more possessive of him. Not that he ever minded. He loved that you both took care of each other, no matter what. It made him feel even more in love with you. “Please…” Damian whispered to himself “Please love me like I love you.” He says as if you two weren’t completely devoted and connected through movie nights and general things you never thought anyone else would care for. Sick? He was there. Washing your face? There too. And when he was sick you never hesitated to do the same for him. Damian sighs. Knowing how stupid his pathetic emotions were right now. He knew you loved him. Maybe impossibly more than he did you. He scoffed at the thought. He checked his phone again- hiding a yawn.