TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

shower (d.d.)

It always went like this after a bad show. Damiano would exit stage, pissed, and you'd have to keep him from chainsmoking an entire carton of cigarettes. The price of being a perfectionist, you assumed.

It was a tense and silent ride back to your shared home with Damiano. You both had gone to the show in Damiano's car, but with his mood after the show, you drove the both of you home.

You stayed true to one of your few deep beliefs: don't drive distressed.

You parked the car and looked over at your boyfriend, whose head was now in his hands. Upon further glance, you saw his chest heaving with sobs.

"Oh, baby..." You coaxed, rubbing his back. "It's okay. You can't have a perfect show every single time. Besides, Thomas agreed that it was a tough crowd tonight. They were super quiet all night. Not just for you."

Damiano shook his head, biting gently down on his knuckle as he stared out the window. "It's just...I've never fucked up so badly onstage! I-I missed an entire verse!"

You sighed, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his head. "Hey, look at me. You're okay." He turned his head and you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. "It's going to be okay. You look smoked, baby."

A sad smile marked both yours and Damiano's lips. "Understatement." He chuckled softly.

"Exactly. Let's get you showered and to bed, yeah?" You nodded, kissing the bridge of his nose before turning the car off.

Damiano sat in the passenger's side until you came around, like a child waiting for his mother.

Once inside the house, the weight of his physical and emotional exhaustion seemed to just fall all on his shoulders.

"I know, baby. Come on, we'll get a real quick shower in, then right off to bed, yeah?"

Damiano had angrily cried off most of his makeup back at the venue, so you planned on just washing his skin with a good cleanser.

You led Damiano to the bathroom. After taking your own clothes off, leaving you in just a bra and underwear, you helped Damiano out of his heavy clothes.

You started running the shower water and pulled the curtain back, stepping in first, before grabbing his hand and helping Damiano step into the shower.

"This okay, baby?" You asked quietly, standing in front of him as the water beginning to wet his back and hair.

"It's a little cold." Damiano whispered, as if the sheer act of speaking up exhausted him.

"Okay." You nodded softly, turning the water hotter. You felt Damiano's muscles relax just slightly under the hotter water.

Damiano mumbled something, but you couldn't quite make it out.

You reached down for the bottle of shampoo, making sure you let Damiano know what was going on. You didn't think he was awake enough to comprehend the entire situation, and who could blame him?

"Gonna wash your hair, okay? Real quick, then we can get to bed. You don't want your hair to be all gross."

"It was hot onstage tonight." Damiano added.

You nodded. It, in fact, was blistering hot in the venue. "Yeah, it was." You tried to keep the light conversation going to at least keep Damiano awake.

You massaged the shampoo into his scalp as you felt him tuck his face into your chest. His nose pressed against your sternum, almost like a wounded animal hiding.

The bathroom fell to a comfortable silence, beside the shower water hitting the floor and your bodies.

You stumbled and barely caught yourself from slipping as Damiano went nearly dead weight against you.

"...'m so tired." Damiano muttered against your skin after a while. He wrapped his arms tight around your slick back.

"I know, Love. You gotta stay awake for me, just a little longer." You coaxed, washing all of the conditioner out of his hair.

"Mmhmm." He hummed.

You smiled softly, reaching around Damiano's body to turn the shower off. You helped him step out of the shower, nearly immediately handing him a towel.

He wrapped the towel loosely around his waist and ran his hands over his face.

"Shit." He mumbled, making eye contact with you as you got dressed quickly into your pajamas. "You're beautiful, you know that, right?"

You bit back an entire laugh. "Thank you, baby. But you're exhausted, and I think you're talking out of your ass."

Damiano shook his head. "Am not! What do you not...not...believe me?" His sentence was punctuated by heavy yawns.

You playfully rolled your eyes, handing Damiano a pair of boxers. You figured it wasn't worth finding a comfortable shirt.

"C'mere, baby, let's get you to bed." You led Damiano to your bedroom, pulling the made up sheets back so he could lay down comfortably.

"You're the best, you know." He whispered, already halfway asleep once his head hit the pillow.

"I know." You giggled. "Get some rest now, baby."

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