[Damien, at this point, is not so naïve. this isn't the first time, lately, that he's lost -- it's just his fucking luck that that trend would continue. first Melinoë, the first person he's loved since his ex-fucking-wife, then Akechi, his surrogate son, then Ren, one of the few people to actually see him]
[of course. of course]
[he says nothing, then, when he slides into the booth across from her. he just pushes a bottle of wine and a glass over the table towards her, Tifa's underaged drinking rules be damned. he imagines she's grieving, too]
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[Damien, at this point, is not so naïve. this isn't the first time, lately, that he's lost -- it's just his fucking luck that that trend would continue. first Melinoë, the first person he's loved since his ex-fucking-wife, then Akechi, his surrogate son, then Ren, one of the few people to actually see him]
[of course. of course]
[he says nothing, then, when he slides into the booth across from her. he just pushes a bottle of wine and a glass over the table towards her, Tifa's underaged drinking rules be damned. he imagines she's grieving, too]