Damiano was never the type to need pep talks. He was sharp, confident, always in control. But even he had bad days—days when the weight of everything pressed just a little too hard on his shoulders. And on those days, you were there, always ready to remind him exactly who he was.

The hotel room was dimly lit. Damiano sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, his thumb hovering over the screen. The exhaustion from another long, grueling day on tour weighed heavy on his shoulders—until the notification popped up.

A video. From you.

He pressed play, and instantly, his lips twitched into a smirk.

There you were, standing in your apartment, wearing one of his oversized shirts and holding a pair of makeshift pom-poms. The chorus of Hot to Go blasted in the background as you dramatically swung your arms, shaking the pom-poms like you were leading a full-blown cheer squad. "Hot to go! You can take my hot to go!" You pointed at the camera with a wink, spinning on your heel before striking the most over-the-top pose possible. "Go, Damiano, go!" you cheered, grinning wide. "You’ve got this, baby!"

Laughter rumbled in his chest, breaking through the weight of exhaustion. Running a hand through his messy curls, he replayed the video—twice. Then, without hesitation, he hit record.

"You," he drawled, leaning back against the pillows, "are ridiculous." His smirk softened as he exhaled, shaking his head. "But damn, I love you for it." He blew a lazy kiss to the camera before ending the recording and sending it back. And just like that, miles apart, you still managed to make him feel like he was right at home.