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BOOOOOOOOOOOOOI HE GOTCHA

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From all the things he had imagined, despite the tingle in the pit of his stomach that told him not to jump into premature conclusions, Damien hadn't expected the truth to be such. His brother's eyes were staring down at him spilling honesty that seemed to lick the edges of cruelty, and Damien froze, trapped in the truth. His mind tried to process the thoughts, the words, and his memories —although still blurry to a fault— had started making sense.

He did feel something more for his brother that could not be called fraternal love.

His lips split slowly, jaw dropping significantly before he realized that he'd been caught in slippery terrain. Shaking his head he turns to gather his attention on the bone for a moment, looking away from his brother whose proximity wreaked havoc on Damien's good senses. He simply didn't know how to deal with the situation, and his voice did not rise to formulate an answer.

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