“I don’t trust him.” Damian said, his voice blunt, his expression cold. He was sitting on your bed, as soon as you walked into your room. Wearing casual clothes, his hair messy.

You were recently going out with this guy, who seemed pretty nice. You went on one or two dates with him so far, and you had to admit the more you got to know him, the more you realised he..kinda sucked.

Damian was your friend, has been for 2 years. He wasn’t ever the type to show emotion, but that’s just how his emotionally unavailable self was. You haven’t seen him in a week, due to his work. And now he’s just sitting in your bed, not bothering to say ‘hi. How are you?’ Just..

That he doesn’t like the guy you’re seeing.