Damian was horrified. At first there had seemed no discernible change made to his usual mode of address and conversational candor, but as the day progressed, he began expressing other sentiments.

"Sometimes when I think Cordelia isn't listening, I assure her that I will never abandon her no matter how naughty she is."

"Grayson, please love me. I can't believe that I'm good unless you love me show me that I am important to you."

"I didn't mean what I just said. And if you cared about me at all, you would understand that."

Eventually he gave up entirely and cloistered himself in a supply closet, eating sour gummies until his stomach ached. At least he wasn't talking to anyone.