( affection like this is... not something he's used to giving or receiving. at least not for a very long time and yet... he gives it to damian. slow. gentle. careful. tries his best to in ways that might not feel uncomfortable to either of them. it's... a little easier. now. than it was when they first metβ than the first time when he had reached out and held damian against him after that nightmare they'd both been in. it's easier and yet he still doesn't know if he should. especially after what that thing wearing his mother's face had said.
still, he holds to him. lays there with him. quiet again. mulling over that short and simple answer given before he presses his cheek a little more into the pillow. lets his gaze wander around the dark room. )
no subject
still, he holds to him. lays there with him. quiet again. mulling over that short and simple answer given before he presses his cheek a little more into the pillow. lets his gaze wander around the dark room. )
And Damian? What does he need?