[He grips onto Damian's hand like it's a lifeline once it's around his; and in a way it is, still feels like it is. Damian's the one that saved him, Damian's the one that's protected him before. The smile on his face is fascinating, but he doesn't quite realize how rare or special it is right now. He's not entirely sure he's seen it before, but he revels in it regardless of any of that.
He closes his eyes, lets his head rest back against the pillow under the feeling of a hand in his hair (a small part of him remembers that his mom used to do that whenever he was upset, and it helps put him further at ease.) The anxiety from his dreams and waking up relaxed, and he nodded his head against the pillow in response to the question.] Mmhm.
[Yeah. Wow his throat kind of hurt even with all the drugs that were no doubt in his system trying to spare him the aftershocks of surgery. It sure felt ragged.] How long has it been...?
[Damian wasn't waiting here the whole time, was he? Man, he was so tired of sleeping.]
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He closes his eyes, lets his head rest back against the pillow under the feeling of a hand in his hair (a small part of him remembers that his mom used to do that whenever he was upset, and it helps put him further at ease.) The anxiety from his dreams and waking up relaxed, and he nodded his head against the pillow in response to the question.] Mmhm.
[Yeah. Wow his throat kind of hurt even with all the drugs that were no doubt in his system trying to spare him the aftershocks of surgery. It sure felt ragged.] How long has it been...?
[Damian wasn't waiting here the whole time, was he? Man, he was so tired of sleeping.]