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That question hurt. It hurt a lot. Did Damion want to go home? Of course! See his dad and the family. Go to the parties and see old friends. That would be great! But, "My dad said I can't come home. Safety pro-caution. He doesn't wanna see me get hurt. During my first year I tried to go visit him but as soon as I got within 10 feet of my house a family friend saw me and brought me back here on orders of my dad." He signed, a wave of sadness coming over him. However he held back the tears. Showing weakness was never good in the world of the mafia.

Damion forced a smile and leaned onto the taller boys chest. The warm comfort helped him feel a little better. True he had his brothers, sisters and the Hades child, but it wasn't like a family. He was Italian. An Italian mafia prince. He knew family. His brothers and sisters were family, but more like close friends and cabin mates. He wanted his father, his aunts, his uncles, grandparents, and all the other 'family' members he'd come to know and love. With a sigh he looked up too Kaile, his only real friend at camp. The only one who bothered trying so hard for him. Then looked back out to the sound and thought back to his dad. He hadn't seen him in eleven years. So much has changed since then. He wanted to show his dad, but the best he could do was send him pictures and videos on DVDs in letters. his dad did the same, but it was nothing like seeing each other in person. He missed his dad so much. Without him realizing, a single stray tear worked it's way down Damion's face at the thought of it all.

Realizing that he was getting to relaxed, Damion quickly sat up and wiped his face on his sleeve. He forced another smile to Kaile as though to say, 'I'm fine. Really.' However it wasn't very convincing.

Sighing, Damion leaned back onto Kaile. The other male was right. He needed to calm down. Kaile made for a pretty comfy chair too. It worked out well. The Aphrodite child closed his eyes and smiled gently at the warmth of his friend. It helped to know some one really cared.

"Don't get cocky." Damion signed with a slight frown and a bright redness to his face. "In fact don't talk. Chairs don't talk. The just sit there and let other people sit on them for comfort."

Damion gave a small smile in response. (Which was his version of a laugh) However it wasn't very much. He leaned a bit more on Kaile and let out an exasperated sigh. He had been feeling a bit off all day with minor headaches and little pains throughout his body, but it had been getting worse as time progressed. Now his head was absolutely killing him and his throat hurt a bit. He didn't notice until now that he had been panting a little and it felt hard to breathe. All together he just felt really worn out, and slightly chillier than it was outside. Kaile was nice and warm though, so the white haired boy curdle closer to the source of the warmth and closed his eyes, relaxing without realizing he was half way to completely blacking out.

Damion looked up to Kaile through half open amber eyes before closing them completely again. were they moving? It felt like he was being carried. However the warmth of the other distracted him too much to be thinking of that.