DAMIEN CATCHALL

[fleshedout]

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[highrisk]

If someone wanted to frame me, they should have tried harder.

[fleshedout]

Don't ask for it.

[highrisk]

I'm not saying I want them to do better, I'm just saying. For an attempt to distract us or slow us down or to get people looking at me, it was weak.

[fleshedout]

It was, but still.

I don't want you to be in danger when you don't deserve to be.

[highrisk]

But if I deserved it, it'd be fine?

[ he is so annoyingly defensive. ]

[fleshedout]

[GIVING HIM A LOOK LIKE REALLY. REALLY]

[highrisk]

[ his question stands! ]

[fleshedout]

...

[Her eyes are...tearing up, suddenly, like there's a sorrow here among the turmoil that's been fished out from the blue with no warning.]

God. You're such an idiot.

[highrisk]

[ i - help. ]

Don't...

[fleshedout]

[She's so!!! SAD BUT ALSO >8I!!!! RIGHT NOW]

I just want you to be okay, Damien. So shut up.

[highrisk]

[ probably bad that some part of him feels good about this. but like, wow, a whole person cares about him a little? this is wild. ]

I'm fine.

[ he's? blinking a little rapidly though?? emotion-share is definitely part of it but also it's - he likes hot pants. it's hard to see her actually seem distraught when she usually holds herself together so well. ]

[fleshedout]

Right now, you are.

[Sometimes, it's been a hell of a week, and all emotions just leak out of you like a sieve.]

Just let people look after you. It isn't hard.

[highrisk]

It's...

[ it is hard? he literally hasn't had anyone looking out for him since he was thirteen and he doesn't know how to handle it.

unfortunately he is absolutely abysmal at comforting people. ]

You - you don't need to worry. Nothing happened.

[ ... there's other stuff to worry about. but even he's smart enough to realize that's probably part of why she's so upset. so it doesn't need pointing out. ]

[fleshedout]

...

[She huffs, frowning, like she's trying to save face.]

I hope this isn't some kind of thing like your "technically I'm not lying by saying I don't have powers even though I did at some point".

[vibes are BINCH]

[highrisk]

[ ugh. damien wipes at his eyes with his sleeves even if it's a bit preemptive. he wasn't crying! ]

... Are you still cursed or something?

[ he saw something about her being cursed during trial. and the idea of someone actually being so worried about him seems increasingly fake. ]

[fleshedout]

What? No. I don't think I ever was...except for the compliments?

[Like. Maybe that.]

Are you crying?

[highrisk]

Maybe something is making you like people more than usual.

[ ugh! ]

And no, I'm not. Christ.

[fleshedout]

.......

[Sorry, she's snorting at that.]

You really are an idiot.

[highrisk]

[ i am being INSULTED!!!! and for WHY! ]

[fleshedout]

I like you, Damien. No strings attached. Deal with it.

[bitch]

[highrisk]

[ oh... he's happy...

like a little bit, because today is still miserable and tomorrow will be too, but... ]

[fleshedout]

....

[Oh my god this emotion.........]

Good. You're dealing with it.

[highrisk]

[ ... ]

As opposed to?

[fleshedout]

Complaining about it. See, you're making progress.

[She's teasing. Hard to believe she was bursting into tears earlier, huh.]

[highrisk]

I'm not gonna complain about someone caring...

[ he still thinks she might've been cursed into this but

unfortunately, he does feel happy again at the idea that he's making progress. perhaps even happier than at the idea of someone caring about him? well that's weird priorities, but okay! ]