"You drank three cups of it during the banquet."
Her brow lifted in amusement. "You remembered?"
"I remember everything you like," Damian replied with a proud smile.
A long silence stretched between them. She didn't look away.
"That's dangerous," she said at last.
"I know," he replied. "So is not telling someone what they mean to you before the next fire erupts."
Her eyes softened, just a fraction. "Is that what this is? A confession?"
"No… maybe? Uhmm… yeah, it is." Damian said, leaning back on his hands. "It is also a reminder. That outside the noise and knives, we're still human."
She studied him for a while before replying. "And what if I don't believe that anymore?"
He looked toward the sky, then back to her, leaning in. "Then let me remind you."
