"Are you okay?"
The room was almost silent except the shy fluttering of papers on his desk. It was her fault, she knew, but he wasn't asleep - she could tell by his breathing and his almost death-like stillness. Damian wasn't a still sleeper, never had been, not since she'd known him anyway.
"Tt." It was nothing more than a grunt, a noise at the back of his throat, but she could see the whites of his eyes in the moonlight and heard the soft movement of the blankets as he picked them up, an invitation. He didn't have to say anything, and with the slowness of someone taking extreme care, Irey found herself under the sheets, facing the dark-haired boy.
"Did you get hurt?"
"...No."
"Damian..."
"I'm not a child, West. Don't concern yourself." The soft kiss against his cheek, almost a warning but tender and caring, caused him to inhale loudly. She hesitated, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling herself in close to him, forehead against the pulse in his neck.
It was silent again, his soft breathing and her fingers tracing patterns down his back, sending gentle vibrations into the muscles to help unwind them. It seemed like ages to the speedster - knowing Damian, it could have been - before he sighed, pressing his lips against her forehead.
"There are days..." he murmured, breath hot against her skin, "...are times, when you truly realize how human you are."
"Oh, Dami.." That was all he had to say. There wasn't a lot of room between them to begin with, but Irey closed any distance between them, the hug around his waist tightening, biting her lip. "You'll be alright. I promise."
"I never said I wouldn't be, West." His tone was just as cold as it had been minutes before, before his soft confession, but the way his grip tightened in the fabric against her back and how he placed his chin on top of her head, encompassing her, told her he hadn't quite recovered from whatever he'd seen; whatever he'd been a part of.
"I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."
"...I know, Irey." A soft sigh. "I know you will."