W2, Thursday night

[bittybat]

[Sorry ur in the stocks, buddy.

Damian comes sometime before lockdown when no one is around. His voice is a whisper:] It's for show. There's not a valid reason you're here.

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[impulsiveness]

[Not as sorry as he is, buddy. As it turns out, this position is Very Bad for his injuries.]

Yeah. Kind of figured that out by myself about five hours ago, Damian.

[He sounds peeved, but it's not directed at him.]

What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be, I don't know— resting?

[Or something, Mr. Meat Shield. He knows curfew must be close, so... He's worried.]