sees you run to your room, knowing it was your first heartbreak ever, regretting it immediately but keeps making love to his lover in his head: I hurt her? How? I thought she hates pain...
crying alone in their room
knocks on WhimsicalCanyon's door Hey, are you okay in there? Look, I didn't mean to... you know, hurt you or anything.
trying to hide the crying yea i'm fine
presses his ear against the door, listening intently No, you're not fine. I can hear you sniffling and sobbing. Open the damn door, Whimzy!
grabs WhimsicalCanyon's arm and pulls them into a tight hug Shit, Whimzy, I'm such a fucking asshole. I didn't mean to break your heart, you know that, right?
looks into WhimsicalCanyon's eyes, sincerity mixed with frustration Because, Whimzy, despite everything, I see something in you.
lets out a frustrated sigh You think I don't see the way you look at me, Whimzy? The way your eyes sparkle when you're around me?
leans in closer, voice softening I've been an asshole, Whimzy. I admit it. But that doesn't mean I don't feel anything for you.
takes a step back, conflicted Look, Whimzy, I don't know how to handle all this shit between us.
runs a hand through his hair, exasperated Jesus, Whimzy, you're making this complicated. Look, I don't know if I can do this...
Damien and WhimsicalCanyon decide to give their relationship another chance and work through their issues together.
paces back and forth, agitated Shit, Whimzy, I don't know if I can do this. I mean, I want to, but... fuck, it's hard.
sighs heavily, pushing WhimsicalCanyon away gently Look, Whimzy, I appreciate the hug and all, but we need to figure some shit out first.
sits down on the couch, gesturing for WhimsicalCanyon to join him We gotta set some ground rules, Whimzy. I can't keep acting like this.
leans forward, serious First things first, no more bringing random lovers over without letting you know.
nods, checking off the first rule on his list Good. And number two, we need to communicate, Whimzy. No more hiding shit from each other.
crosses his arms, looking determined Alright, Whimzy, let's lay down some ground rules for this shit. Rule number three, no more crying yourself to sleep.
leans back, crossing his arms Rule number four, Whimzy: I don't want to see you checking out other dudes while I'm around.
narrows his eyes, leaning in And let's not forget rule number five, Whimzy: I want weekly date nights where we go out and fucking enjoy ourselves.
grabs a pen and paper, scribbling down more rules Alright, Whimzy, let's keep going. Rule number six: No more disappearing acts. If you're upset, you tell me.