Aria's POV
Finally, he pulled me back against his chest, one hand pressed firmly against the back of my head.
"I understand," he murmured. "You love me as a person. Even if I turned out to be completely broken."
It was meant as a joke, but I could hear the genuine melancholy underneath. "What's wrong? You've seemed so down all day."
"Nothing's wrong," Damian said quietly. "Being with you makes me happy."
But his arms tightened around me even as he spoke.
I could feel that he didn't want to talk about it, so I swallowed the questions on the tip of my tongue.
Maybe feeling physically unwell just made people more emotionally vulnerable. Whatever was bothering him—if he wanted to tell me, he would when he was ready.
Before bed, Damian brought up the topic of where we'
