Those days who born soft

«Leave it to me, I'll take care of it. I've been trained to do anything.»«Even fix a washing machine?»«Mpf. This is a piece of cake for me,» Damian asserted, carefully sitting down in front of the open door to get the tools and get to work. Jon, for his part, got up to stretch a bit, massaging his sore neck as he watched his husband fiddle with the washing machine in the exact same way he had. It was almost hypnotic to see the way that Damian, despite having his back to him, seemed focused on his work, so much so that Jon didn't even realize that a good fifteen minutes had passed and there was still nothing going on.