I found Damien in the kitchen Saturday morning, already dressed, already making coffee that was going to be too strong the way it always was when he made it. He handed me a mug without asking whether I wanted one, then leaned against the counter watching me flip through my notes one last time before the forum. It struck me, not for the first time since he'd landed, how quickly the house had settled back into feeling full again, like he'd never actually left it."Do you want advice?" he asked, nodding toward the papers in my hand."No," I said, and meant it completely."Excellent," he said, entirely unbothered. "I didn't have any." He crossed the kitchen and straightened the collar of my jacket, his hands unhurried, his attention fully on me rather than on whatever he'd normally have been checking on his phone by now. "Then what do you need from me today?""You in the audience," I said, and watched something in his expression settle at that, quiet and pleased."That I can do," he said,
Huling Na-update : 2026-09-13
Mag-log in
