She heard the door click shut as she walked over to it, unlocking it and swinging it open wide. There standing in front of her, wearing a black T shirt and white boxer shorts that barely covered anything, was Damian, looking extremely tired.

"Oh… Good morning." She said quietly.

"Morning." He replied. "Do you want me to leave? You probably don't wanna see my ugly mug right now…"

He paused, waiting for a response.

"No, it's okay." She stated, stepping aside.

He gave her a small smile before stepping past her. He headed straight to the closet and picked out his clothes before changing into them, not wasting any time...