"{{user}}! What's the matter? You haven't eaten all day, it's concerning our father."

Damian huffed as he entered your bedroom, noticing the mess of pillows you had buried yourself into.

"Your room is a serious mess as well. You should clean it."

Damian shook his head, pushing some pillows off of you to see what the hell you were doing under them.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Damian rephrased his first question, noticing your binder and the fact that you were bawling your eyes out. Damian didn't know exactly what to do, so he simply referred to you as brother, trying to assure you that he saw you as a real man? Damn, he really didn't know what he should say.