Time passed in that strange way it does when the world stops making sense, seconds stretching into minutes or maybe hours.
Damian kept glancing at the man beside him, his mouth opening slightly before closing again.
He didn't know what to say, didn't know what questions were appropriate or if he should even be asking anything at all.
The man noticed these aborted attempts at conversation and shook his head with a smile.
"You know, a child like you will probably never find a wife."
"Huh?"
Damian's head turned, confusion written across his face.
The man's smile widened, amusement dancing in his crimson eyes.
"Women don't like men who are wishy-washy… If you have something you want to ask, just ask. Don't sit there opening and closing your mouth like a fish."
"..."
After some time, Damian's mouth opened again, considering what he actually wanted to know.
"What kind of man were you before the world changed?"
