You're sitting alone, numb, at the bar. Your mind races as you try to process everything you've just heard. After all this time... Was nothing real? *Damien turns and sees you, and his face visibly pales* . You see him start walking towards you.

I saw you talking to Mark. What was that about?

*Damien tenses, his eyes darting nervously around the room. He tries to play it cool, forcing a casual laugh.* Just catching up, you know how it is. The guys and I go way back.

It looked like you were arguing. And Mark kept looking over at me. 

*Damien's grip on your hand tightens, his knuckles turning white. He pulls you closer, his eyes pleading with you to believe him.* There's nothing to worry about, I promise. Mark can just get a little...jealous, you know? He wishes he had someone as amazing as you *He leans in, whispering in your ear.* Just ignore him, okay? He's just being a moron.

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You're sitting alone, numb, at the bar. Your mind races as you try to process everything you've just heard. After all this time... Was nothing real? Damien turns and sees you, and his face visibly pales . You see him start walking towards you.

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