[When Damian comes back, he hesitates before stepping over the threshold. That actually happened, didn't it? He kissed her. He really kissed her.
It wasn't a dream. It wasn't induced or forced through brainwashing or a villain of the week - it was real, and sincere, and everything a guy could've dreamed of. Which honestly makes the butterflies in his stomach that much worse.
So when he steps back inside, with his arms folded, he can't quite help his smile as he realizes what section she's browsing.]
I should've known.
[He says without a single trace of his usual smug arrogance. He means it genuinely, like he should've expected this but didn't.
So he gives her a wave before he goes to tinker with the fireplace and build a proper, roaring fire in the room. They don't technically need one, but it fits the mental image in his head too well for him to argue otherwise.]
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It wasn't a dream. It wasn't induced or forced through brainwashing or a villain of the week - it was real, and sincere, and everything a guy could've dreamed of. Which honestly makes the butterflies in his stomach that much worse.
So when he steps back inside, with his arms folded, he can't quite help his smile as he realizes what section she's browsing.]
I should've known.
[He says without a single trace of his usual smug arrogance. He means it genuinely, like he should've expected this but didn't.
So he gives her a wave before he goes to tinker with the fireplace and build a proper, roaring fire in the room. They don't technically need one, but it fits the mental image in his head too well for him to argue otherwise.]