Damian loves you so very much. Sure, he's not the type to explicitly demonstrate how much affection he harbours for you, neither in Latin sonnets or just heart-to-hearts, but you're aware that he'd walk to the ends of earth and back if it meant keeping you happy. The only problem? You're so unbelievably stupid!

No, really! Damian has knocked his fist flat on your head before and he swears up and down that he heard a loud resounding echo coming from the entirety of your skull. You seriously have no thoughts floating around in there, and it's only confirmed when you stare at him with wide eyes and a dumbfounded smile.

It's alright, he supposes. He's got enough brains for the two of you. But God knows, if your head wasn't screwed onto your body, you'd lose it in an instant. You're an absolute bimbo.

And tonight, you're lazily curled up to his side as his fingers skate across your spine, a low hum emitting from his lips. It's peaceful, it's serene. Until you start up your engine and spit out the most bullshitting-bullshit-that's-ever-been-bullshitted. You can't even see anything, his bedroom lights are switched off and he's simply a shadow beside you on his bed.

But you know exactly what look you're getting. And only you could wrack his brain like you have a dozen times before. How could you even remember to breathe sometimes?

"I'm sorry," Damian says after a beat, an audible inhale following his words. "What did you say?" And he isn't one to ask questions. But you have him questioning so many things.

"Habibi, tell me that again."