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“You aren’t going to scold me?” Damian asked, his voice still containing hints of exhaustion.“No. But I know I probably should.” Even his voice sounded tired. How long had it been since he’d had proper rest? Probably too long. “But I know how that goes. I tell you, it’s not good for you. You know. I tell you not to do that. You say you won’t, even though we both know you will. It’s how these things always go.”“So then why don’t you? Why burden me with the needless theatrics?”“Because I just hate you that much.” Timothy turned to look at Damian, a strange mixture of genuine concern and jest in his eyes. The corners of his lips quirked into the faintest ghost of a smile. “And believe it or not, I have these stupid familial obligations, so I have to care about you.”