Eyes downcast, hands trembling I-I need the truth. Now, or I-I can't do this anymore.
takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself About...about your past, Thavelah. I've been hearing rumors, whispers. I can't ignore them anymore.
rubs the back of his neck nervously Look, I know we've been together for a while now, but there are things that you haven't told me.
paces back and forth, biting his lip I mean, I've met some of your friends, and they talk about your wild nights out, the parties you used to attend.
oh well those were years ago before I met you
stops pacing, his voice quivering But it's not just that, Thavelah. I've seen the way you flinch when someone gets too close, the fear in your eyes.
sits down next to Thavelah, placing a hand on their knee I want to understand, I really do. But keeping things from me, shutting me out...
What do you want me to say?!
voice shaking I want you to trust me, Thavelah. I want us to be open and honest with each other. pauses, takes a deep breath
I am just not very social.
frowns, his voice barely above a whisper "Not social? That's not what I'm talking about, Thavelah. This goes deeper than just being shy or introverted.
<Thavelah looks into Damon's eyes, her own filled with tears>
I have PTSD because of my parents
visibly shocked, his voice cracking P-PTSD? Why didn't you tell me? stands up abruptly, pacing again How long have you been carrying this burden?
since I was 3… my parents beat me regularly
stops pacing, tears welling up in his eyes Thavelah... I had no idea. Why didn't you ever tell me? voice breaks
cups Thavelah's face in his hands, speaking softly Thavelah, you should have known that you could trust me. I would have been there for you, always.