Savannah POV

"Oh... um yeah... I guess I'm f-" I began, even though my face probably spoke a completely different language and that was also the reason why Damian immediately interrupted me.

"You don't have to say you're fine. I don't expect you to be and you don't have to pretend for me. So... honestly... How are you?" he asked.

"Why don't you come in first?" I asked, taking a step to the side.

Damian stepped through the door and his eyes immediately began to wander around. It was probably hard for him to be here without Will. Even if it wasn't as hard as it was for me. I saw him swallow before he shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his jeans.

He also noticed all the boxes. He looked at me questioningly and waited patiently for me to answer his previous question.

"Well... I'm sometimes better and sometimes worse. As you would expect. You know how they always say it comes in waves? That's exactly how it is. Only it feels to me like the difference between a wave and a tsunami. I don't know if it ever gets weaker. Sometimes I wake up at night and can almost feel his presence. But then when I look around and I'm alone... it hits me again like a ton of bricks,' I said quietly as I gestured him towards the couch.

We sat down. I sniffled softly, but when I looked at him, I saw him nod sadly.

"I understand it. I really do. I miss him every day too. Sometimes I just want to call him and then I remember. I wish I could have done more," Damian replied in a low, emotional voice.

"I know... But you tried. Will knows that wherever he is," I said, patting his hand.

For a few minutes, neither of us said a word. But unlike usual when we were alone for a few moments, it wasn't an awkward silence.

"Can I ask you something?" he suddenly began.

I could only nod. Because it was another one of those moments when I wasn't sure if my voice would break again.

"Why are you packing? Are you moving out?" he asked somewhat reluctantly.

"Unfortunately, I have to. There's no question of wanting to. But I can't afford the house on my own. It hurts. I'm going to miss it. All the little things. After all, Will put so much work into it to make it perfect." I explained.

"Oh no. That's terrible. Is there anything I can do?" Damian wanted to know.

"No, I don't think so. Do you want a beverage? I'd offer you something to eat, but I don't have anything in the house," I replied and got up to go over to the kitchen.

"I... no. That's all right. Have you even eaten if you don't have anything? I don't think that's good for you." he said as he followed me unexpectedly.

"I'm living on instant ramen and ice cream at the moment. I know I should go shopping at some point, but... it's okay for now. I have too much to do." I replied as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to him anyway.

His face showed a hint of worry. Damian's brow furrowed as he looked at me almost inquiringly. There was silence again. Until he suddenly cleared his throat.

"Savvy, that's not okay. Not at all. I can't let you do this. None of it." he said.

"What do you mean?" I wanted to know.

"Well, first of all, I'm going grocery shopping to stock up on your supplies and then I'll cook us dinner. And then we'll talk about me becoming your housemate," he said calmly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Excuse me? Did you just say that... but why? That's really not necessary. I'll manage somehow." I replied, caught off guard.

"Oh, and you bet it's necessary. I won't let you lose your home. After all, Will wanted me to promise him. He wanted me to take care of you. I couldn't do anything for him or your baby. But I'll be damned if I'm going to let you down," Damian said firmly, punctuating each of his words with a slap on the countertop.