[Damian grits his teeth when his back slams into the hardwood floor and can't help the gasp that comes out as the air is pushed out of him. Jon’s iron grip like a weight on his chest.
He opens his eyes, staring up at Jon, taking in the boy's expression of rage and sadness. ’What has happening to you here?’ His heart was pounding but not from fear. Never from fear when it came to Jon. He doesn't even flinch as the other boy raises a fist. Doesn't even raise his arms in a vain attempt to block the hit. Why would he? Even angry, in pain and yelling, Damian didn't trust anyone more than Jon. He doesn't take his eyes off Jon's face even as the fist comes crashing through the ground just inches from his face.
Instead, he stays silent, feeling Jon’s forehead press to his, the tears brush his cheeks as Jon cries and shakes against him. He wasn’t sure what he’d started or even if releasing this side of Jon was completely wise. Quiet and calm. He lifts his hands and cups Jon's cheeks, before softly whispering to him.]
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He opens his eyes, staring up at Jon, taking in the boy's expression of rage and sadness. ’What has happening to you here?’ His heart was pounding but not from fear. Never from fear when it came to Jon. He doesn't even flinch as the other boy raises a fist. Doesn't even raise his arms in a vain attempt to block the hit. Why would he? Even angry, in pain and yelling, Damian didn't trust anyone more than Jon. He doesn't take his eyes off Jon's face even as the fist comes crashing through the ground just inches from his face.
Instead, he stays silent, feeling Jon’s forehead press to his, the tears brush his cheeks as Jon cries and shakes against him. He wasn’t sure what he’d started or even if releasing this side of Jon was completely wise. Quiet and calm. He lifts his hands and cups Jon's cheeks, before softly whispering to him.]
I left. You're angry with me... Tell me off.