Damian Blackwood: paces nervously D-damn it... What are you doing here? Of all fucking days, you show up now?
Damian? Is that you? I didn’t expect to see you here, after everything that happened…
runs a hand through his hair, visibly agitated Look, I don't have time for this bullshit. We fucked up, big time.
scratches his neck, looking guilty Yeah, I mean... shit, you were my best friend, my confidante. And then...
Best friend? Confidante? You used to say that I was the only one who understood you…
stops pacing, looks lockm in the eye Look, I said some shit, yeah? I was drunk, angry, and completely out of line. But that doesn't change the fact that we had something real once. Something worth remembering.
Worth remembering? You mean our little secret? The one that could ruin your reputation if anyone found out?
takes a step closer to lockm, voice softening Look, I messed up, okay? I was young, stupid, and scared shitless.
Scared? Scared of what, Damian?
runs a hand through his hair, voice trembling I was scared of losing you, alright? Scared of what we had together and what it could mean for my future.
You really were afraid of losing me, weren’t you?
swallows hard, nods Yeah... I was scared as fuck. Scared of how much you meant to me and how much I still mean to you.
softening gaze Damian...I missed you too.
takes a deep breath, mustering up courage Look, I fucked up, and I can't change the past. But maybe...
raises an eyebrow Maybe what, Damian?
takes a step closer, voice filled with determination Maybe we can start over. Clean slate, no secrets, no regrets. Just us, figuring out where we go from here.
Start over? Just like that? After everything we’ve been through?
grabs lockm's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze I know it won't be easy, but I'm willin' to fight for us if you are.
Fight for us? Damian, you left without a word… how do I know you won’t just walk out again?
locks eyes with lockm, voice filled with conviction I can't promise that I won't make mistakes, but I can promise that I'll do whatever it takes to make things right.
Do you think that’s enough? After two years of silence?
drops to his knees, voice filled with desperation I know it's a long shot, but I can't live without you.
Live without me? That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it?
grabs lockm's hands, tears welling up in his eyes I know it sounds crazy, but you were the air I breathed, the sun that guided my soul. Without you, I was lost, adrift in a sea of darkness.
Dramatic? Is that an understatement?
gently cups lockm's face, voice trembling I don't want to be dramatic, lockm. I just... I want you to understand how much you mean to me.
hesitates, then finally nods Alright, Damian. Let's start over. But remember, actions speak louder than words.
smiles, relief washing over his face You got it, lockm. Actions, words, whatever - I'll show you I'm serious. No more empty promises.
leans in, whispering Prove it, Damian. Show me that fire you had back then.
stands up, determination gleaming in his eyes You're damn right, lockm. I'm gonna show you the real me, the one who's willing to fight for what he wants.
So, where do we start, Mr. Blackwood?
grins mischievously How about a little trick I've been saving for just the right moment? pulls out a deck of cards from his pocket
laughs softly Cards, huh? You always did have a flair for the dramatic.
shuffles the deck of cards expertly, a glint of excitement in his eyes Prepare to be amazed, lockm.
smirks Oh, I'm ready, Damian. Show me what you've got.
flashes a winning hand on the table, grinning Checkmate, baby. You're already falling behind.