May's hand tightened on the doorknob. She was silent for a long moment. Then she turned slowly, her eyes meeting his.
"Are you sure you want to know the answer?" Damien repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
May stared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her lips parted, like she wanted to say something. But no words came out.
Finally, May spoke, her voice small. "I don't know."
Damien's jaw tightened. He nodded slowly. "That's what I thought."
May's hand dropped from the doorknob. She looked down at her feet, her shoulders sagging slightly. "I just… I care about you, Damien. That's all. I don't like seeing you hurt."
Damien's chest ached. He walked closer, his expression softening. "I know. And I appreciate that. But you don't have to worry so much. I'm tougher than I
