Page 3 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Jun nodded at various posters ringing the ceiling. “You really like Gundam Wing.”
“Maybe. Just a bit.” Damian held two fingers up, close together.
Jun grinned. “I like Gundams, too.”
“Do you have a favorite pilot?”
Jun tilted his head to the side. “I only watched the series with the five pilots, the ones with the names that were like their numbers: Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei.” Jun nodded at a few of the other posters. “So I don’t know these ones.”
“Then who of those five was your favorite?”
Jun bit the side of his lip, then quickly let it go, wincing. “When I was really young, I think I liked Quatre the most, because he played music with Trowa and seemed so happy.”
“And now?”
Jun shrugged, eyes darkening. “I think I feel more like a combination of Heero and Duo, especially Duo lately, all that rule following but also all the rule breaking. Throwing that table was totally a Duo thing to do.”
Damian nodded. It totally was.
Jun turned around, taking in the cluttered desk, full bookcases, multiple dressers, and two armoires. His eyes paused on the bed. “So, that’s the bed that’s…soft?”
Damian pressed his knuckles to his mouth. “Don’t get in it. You could hurt yourself.”
Jun put his hand on the covers and pushed. His hand disappeared into the mattress, swallowing it up to his wrist. “Oh, it is soft. Like, what’s it even made of? It’s a giant pillow.”
“Memory foam, mostly, I think.” Damian shifted his weight from foot to foot. Maybe he did need to get a different mattress.
But he really liked his soft bed. It felt like a nest. If it wasn’t so weird, he’d probably have built an entire cave over his bed with just a hole to crawl in through.
Jun reached out, picking up Damian’s stuffed teddy bear. “I had a bear once. Winnie-the-Pooh.” He held the bear up, looking into the worn brown face and glass eyes.
“His name is Bear.”
Jun flashed a warm grin.
Damian shrugged, feeling sheepish. “I…I still sleep with him sometimes.”
Jun giggled. He hugged Bear to his chest, looking suddenly very young. “I’d still sleep with mine if I still had him.”
“Do you want one?”
Jun blinked, his shoulders tightening. “Want one. Um…”
Damian moved closer, petting one of Bear’s ears. “If you miss your bear, would you like another one?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“We can go shopping, see if we find one you like.”
Jun blushed. He put Bear back on the pillow at the top of the bed and wrapped his arms around himself, looking anywhere in the room except at Bear. “You have a lot of things.”
“Actually, I have a lot more than this. There’s storage and then my room at the Estate.”
Jun shivered. He leaned against the bed, looking at the paperweights on the desk and the woodcarvings mounted on the wall above it.
Damian picked up one of the paperweights. “Here.”
Jun took it in both hands. “It’s a butterfly.”
