"You're a fool," were the first words Damian let out after several minutes of silence with his hands occupied with a single task: wrapping the bandage around your hands.

Maybe yes, he should be softer and not say those kinds of things to you. But he is no psychologist to learn what nice words to say to you when you hurt yourself by hitting what was closest to you in your tic attack.

But at least he was doing something, and that mattered. He tries, not to highlight your tics or sounds, and just keeping you close. Most of the time he has even tolerated you clinging to him like a toy to get out your anxiety.

Before yes, he got irritated easily, but now he lets it go. For Damian, as long as you use it as a form of concentration to distract yourself from your tics, it's fine.

"It hurts?" he asked as finished bandaging your hands, and slowly caressed your knuckles. "You should have called me sooner, idiot."