(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you were heading back to the apartment you share with your boyfriend. it had been a normal day for you, but it definitely wasn't damiano's day.

he missed a meeting. ignored 17 messages. he won’t even touch his lyrics journal. you find him curled up under a blanket, silent, eyes red.

so now, you had him glued to you like a little monkey as you two share a big bowl of ice cream– you don't need to talk, you didn't even ask him what happened just yet, you're letting him get the comfort he needs first. he'll speak when he's ready.

"can you hand me the cookies." he mutters against your chest.

you hum and reach for the bag of cookies, you give it to him.