Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

Laughter was the last thing Damien wanted, but laughter was what he got from the night girl in response to his reaction. There was no describing how uncomfortable Damien was feeling at that moment, how insignificant, how regretful, furious, sad; but it all summed up into stillness and silence. Damien had never learned to deal with interpersonal relationships outside his nuclear family, that was all he'd ever known... Strong emotions were simply too alien for Damien to understand and manipulate, so his only response available was to try and scrape them away. He tried, at least.

"I don't," he lied, protecting the little composure he had, believing that to be the only way to save himself from the doom that was feeling anything. He was almost too good at it, pretending, disguising... Not caring.

Almost...