Please end me. It's been shitty these few days. Well the past two years. I'm so done.

-Cas

Damien went home with Patton that day. Both were smiling, holding the toy baby, Romulus. The teacher had started the baby up, so now it was making noise. Crying, burping, fussing. Anything a typical baby would do.

Patton was amazing at caring for him. He was patient and loving. Damien...was about the opposite. However, he was trying.

Right then, Patton was making dinner for the two of them, just scrambled eggs and some toast. Damien was holding a screaming baby doll. He tried feeding it, changing it, burping it. Even just holding it. Nothing was working.

He groaned and went to the kitchen, pouting. "Patton," he whined some. "Please help me. I can not get Romulus to stop crying." Honestly, Damien looked ready to cry himself.

Patton plated up and went over. He hummed and took the baby, cradling him gently. "It's ok...shhh..." He whispered, rocking Romulus. The baby doll stopped crying as Patton rubbed his tummy, smiling some. "It's ok, De. He's just tired," he said, looking up with a smile.

The other was staring in disbelief, groaning softly. "Fuck the damned baby," he mumbled. "I wanna be so fucking done with this dumbass project."

"Language," Patton huffed, giving him a look. He laid Romulus down and went to the food, giving a plate to Damien. "Now. Eat and no more bad language around the baby."

Damien gave him a look but only nodded. He smiled some. "You make good eggs," he smiled, looking to Patton.

Patton blushed some. "Nah," he giggled. "I'm bad at cooking, really. This is pretty much all I know how to make," he admitted. "

The other smiled a little. "It still tastes amazing," he said gently. He stared at Patton as the other ate, just watching in amazement. God he was amazing. Damien just wanted to hold him tight and k-

"De?" Patton asked. "Are you ok? You're kinda staring," he hummed, looking concerned. "Is there something on my face?"

Damien shook his head. "No, of course not," he chuckled. "Just...off in my own head, I guess." He offered a smile, and Patton have one back.

"Oh, ok!" Patton giggled, continuing to eat. "What were you thinking about?"

He bit his lip. "Future," Damien said. "a possible one. But...not likely, I guess. Just someone I wanna be with someday."

Patton smiled some, but it hurt. Damien had someone in mind. It likely wasn't himself. That's ok, as long as his friend was happy. "Well that sounds fun!" He said, smiling and happy. "I think about mine a lot too."

Damien simply nodded as they finished dinner in silence.