Colin supposes Damian's infatuation with cats was amusing and, to some degree, absolutely adorable.
It's not like Colin actually has any idea as to why Damian was so /attached/ to felines, out of all creatures. And, it wasn't as if Damian didn't like Titus or anything, but it was more to normal to see the brunette sitting up all proper-like (back straight and legs crossed, chin tilted as high up as it could go) on the couch with a cat in his lap, fingers carefully moving through it's fur as he read a newspaper or something.
Colin's head cocks slightly to the side.
Well, he's never actually /seen/ anything like that, but it's a very Damian thing to do, right?
'That's what I thought, at least' he thinks to himself as looks over at his boyfriend.
No. It seems Damian grew out of that pompous-ass sophistication a few years prior, in the smallest ways, of course.
The male had sock covered toes up on the couch, knees pressed up against his chest and cat held up by his unusually soft hands. His tan nose was pressed against the cat's, eyes wide as he practically gazed into the poor thing's soul. Although, the feline didn't look extremely uncomfortable or anything. It just sorta accepted being held like that, tiny paws moving around every so often, but that was it.
"Wow," Damian murmurs, lips only moving the slightest bit and voice quiet so he wouldn't startle the cat.
Colin just stared, wondering what exactly was going on.
It looked as if they were having some sort of telepathic conversation about the most astonishing thing because Damian's eyes were still wide, and barely blinking.
Had he forgotten Colin was here or something?
Even so, seeing Damian like this; it was awfully cute.
There was no type of murderous rage in those icy blue eyes. His facial features were soft instead of intense. His back was curved all lazy-like, thighs resting comfortably against his stomach and his chin just low enough so he could be eye to eye with the cat. And, probably most important, Damian's mouth wasn't spouting out some horribly cruel phrase every ten seconds. It was replaced with brief phrases of amusement.
"Whiskers are pretty long, huh?"
"The fur is pretty soft."
"Wow."
"Grayson would have found that cute. Ha, idiot."
"Colin, did you see that? They put their paw on my face. Colin. Colin, are you listening? Colin."
The redhead spaced out, another giddy smile on his face as he stared at Damian with the most happiest look on his face.
"Colin Wilkes, answer me honestly, are you okay?"