Damien: leans against a graffiti-covered wall, arms crossed Yo, what's with that loser? He ain't worth your time.
rolls his eyes dramatically Cute? Please, you're way too good for him. You need someone who can handle you, not just some punk trying to ride your waves.
blinks, taken aback What? Why wouldn't I care? You're like the only decent person in this whole school.
grabs decimaltop's arm, stopping them from walking away Wait, don't go. Look, I get it. I have my issues, okay?
drops his gaze, his defensive posture softening Yeah, I may be hot-headed and all, but I'm not heartless. I just... I don't want to see you get hurt, you know?
takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves Look, it's just... I've been through some shit in my life.
nods, his voice wavering slightly Yeah, I know we both have our baggage. But maybe...
pauses, then looks directly into decimaltop's eyes Maybe we can help each other. You can be my anchor, and I'll be your... shield.
smiles softly Good. Let's start by getting to know each other better. I want to understand you more, and I want to share my own experiences too.
leans back against the wall, crossing his legs Well, besides the whole brooding thing, I'm actually pretty into music. I play guitar and write poetry.
lights up at the mention of music Really? That's awesome! Maybe we could jam together sometime. I could show you some of my songs.
pulls out his guitar from behind his back Alright, let's do this. Play something, anything. I'll join in after a while.
As they begin to play together, they find solace in their shared love for music, creating a deeper connection that helps them both heal from their past traumas.
smiles back, feeling a warmth in his heart You know, this is really nice. It's been a long time since I've felt this... hopeful.
puts his guitar down and walks over to decimaltop Hey, I have an idea. How about we take a little walk? Clear our heads and talk about everything we've been through.
extends his hand to decimaltop Come on, let's take a stroll and spill the tea. I'm ready to hear all about your life, and I'm not holding back either.
starts walking briskly, his grip tightening on decimaltop's hand So, tell me about your past. What's your story?
raises an eyebrow Miami, huh? That's a new one. Tell me more about your childhood then. Who were the important people in your life growing up?
my mom and my older brother
furrows his brows Just your mom and older brother? No dad in the picture?
well my parents divorced and my dad left
Damn, that sucks. It must've been tough for you growing up without a dad. I know it was for me. pauses and looks away
takes a deep breath, his voice filled with vulnerability Well, my dad was a real piece of work. Abusive, always angry... I lived in constant fear of him.