"Hey, you my cuz is back!!"
Twenty's palm slammed into Damian's with a sharp crack that echoed through the room. The two burst into laughter as they moved into the living room and dropped into their seats like men who had known each other long enough to forget pretense.
"Alright, this is where you tell me how you got married to three incredibly hot wives when we are yet to land one?" Twenty asked, grabbing the half-empty bottle of whiskey.
He slid his glass toward Damian and began pouring without waiting for permission.
"It's not that difficult if you look this good..."
They both erupted into loud laughter, their voices filling the space with an ease that felt rare. In that moment, Damian did not feel distant or detached. Twenty was the only human who knew about his abilities, the only one he could speak to without measuring every word.
