Man. Damian can't decide if he's jealous Sebastian had a taste of his dad's approval, or he's sorry that Sebastian actually had something to miss. Probably more the latter, honestly.

Damian works his boots off, dropping them off the edge of the bed as nicely as he can. He pulls the blanket up over both his and Sebastian's legs after. It's... not as thick as he'd like, but it's better than nothing.

"Mm, I'd offer to swap, but I don't think you'd want to leave in my shorts, either."