( he doesn't want the cheetos, either. but damian does let jon lean against him, even slouching a little into jon so they're leaning on each other, rather than it just being jon leaning into him. )
I am still uncertain if I want them. Companions bring complications, and Grayson already brought more complications than I wanted. Mother taught me that emotional ties to others make difficult decisions harder. But I - ... ( his nose scrunches up, brows furrowing. ) I do not like being alone either. And I want to learn to be a better companion.
Hey, you’re doing pretty good right now. You came to find me, didn’t you? And you’re here with me. That’s something a friend would do. Or someone who wants to be a friend would.
( smiling to him, he nods. )
Plus, we got an island to work on together, right? We gotta make it the best one there’s ever been.
The island is flawless as it currently is and requires no further improvements to be considered the best, although I will allow for additions as we gain more resources.
( just in case jon thought it wasn't, because - first off, rude, damian's ability to design a perfectly put together island is not in question. )
But I am trying, even if I find it tedious at times.
( heh. he smiles a little cheekily at damian as he asks that — nudges his shoulder with his own and then pops another handful of cheetos into his mouth. hand wiping cheeto dust off onto his pant leg — oops! — he turns a little to face damian, long legs folding in some. )
( the snarky side comment earns jon an elbow in his rib cage, hard enough to sting but not as much pressure as damian could use, should he truly want want to. )
Both. Obviously.
( with no comment to the thanks because he doesn't want to acknowledge the gratitude there. this isn't something that should have gratitude directed toward it, not as far as damian is concerned. )
but he goes and finishes off the rest of his cheetos with tipping his head back and dumping the contents of the bag into his mouth, cheeto dust everywhere! with his snack all finished now, he crumples the bag between his hands then takes a moment to stare to damian. silent.
then stares a little more.
a little harder.
even goes so far as to squint those blue eyes of his a little and lean in closer to damian.
( the look is - disconcerting, to say the least. jon squints at him and leans in, and damian returns the favor, squinting back even if he's avoiding leaning in if only to prevent them from butting heads.
( finger to his mouth, he straight up shushes his friend, yes. quiet again, he cants his head some, completely focused and serious, then smiles a little as he drops his finger away. )
Heh. Ok, got it. ( to clarify: ) Your heartbeat. I was memorizing it.
( his heart beats just a little faster, but it's hardly noticeable. enough for someone to pick up if they were listening for it, definitely not enough for anyone who isn't accustomed to hearing them to catch onto.
even if his mouth is twisting into a scowl at the same time - more an effort to cover how flustered he gets for a moment. )
( ugh. he'd complain about jon grabbing onto him, but it's whatever. instead, damian looks to the hand patting his shoulder, then turns his attention back to jonathan himself, meeting the boy's eyes. )
And I yours. Even if you are coating me in cheeto-dust.
( oops! well. too late now?? but he gets himself up with a heh and dusts his cheeto dusty fingers on the backs of his legs before he’s hopping his way over to grab the rest of his snacks. )
Come on then. Let’s put a movie on or something. Might as well finish off these snacks, right?
( grinning back to the other boy because… yep. that’s what they’re doing to do down here. )
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( he doesn't want the cheetos, either. but damian does let jon lean against him, even slouching a little into jon so they're leaning on each other, rather than it just being jon leaning into him. )
I am still uncertain if I want them. Companions bring complications, and Grayson already brought more complications than I wanted. Mother taught me that emotional ties to others make difficult decisions harder. But I - ... ( his nose scrunches up, brows furrowing. ) I do not like being alone either. And I want to learn to be a better companion.
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Hey, you’re doing pretty good right now. You came to find me, didn’t you? And you’re here with me. That’s something a friend would do. Or someone who wants to be a friend would.
( smiling to him, he nods. )
Plus, we got an island to work on together, right? We gotta make it the best one there’s ever been.
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( just in case jon thought it wasn't, because - first off, rude, damian's ability to design a perfectly put together island is not in question. )
But I am trying, even if I find it tedious at times.
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( heh. he smiles a little cheekily at damian as he asks that — nudges his shoulder with his own and then pops another handful of cheetos into his mouth. hand wiping cheeto dust off onto his pant leg — oops! — he turns a little to face damian, long legs folding in some. )
Thanks for coming, D. Means a lot.
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Both. Obviously.
( with no comment to the thanks because he doesn't want to acknowledge the gratitude there. this isn't something that should have gratitude directed toward it, not as far as damian is concerned. )
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but he goes and finishes off the rest of his cheetos with tipping his head back and dumping the contents of the bag into his mouth, cheeto dust everywhere! with his snack all finished now, he crumples the bag between his hands then takes a moment to stare to damian. silent.
then stares a little more.
a little harder.
even goes so far as to squint those blue eyes of his a little and lean in closer to damian.
hmmmm. )
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but rather than ask about the look, he offers, )
You are covered in cheeto-dust.
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( finger to his mouth, he straight up shushes his friend, yes. quiet again, he cants his head some, completely focused and serious, then smiles a little as he drops his finger away. )
Heh. Ok, got it. ( to clarify: ) Your heartbeat. I was memorizing it.
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even if his mouth is twisting into a scowl at the same time - more an effort to cover how flustered he gets for a moment. )
You realize heartbeats change, don't you?
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( smile warm, he nods and claps a hand to damian’s shoulder for a few pats. )
I got your back.
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And I yours. Even if you are coating me in cheeto-dust.
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Come on then. Let’s put a movie on or something. Might as well finish off these snacks, right?
( grinning back to the other boy because… yep. that’s what they’re doing to do down here. )