Damian stares back, not allowing his eyes to move lower than what would be decent. The need to touch again rises up in him, though, and he can't help himself. Stepping close, he reaches around Nathaniel and combs his fingers through the long hair, which feels like liquid silk with the water running over it.

He hadn't been put in a position where he could touch and be touched like this in a very long time. The moments are limited, and he doesn't want to waste them. His lips are at the level of Nathaniel's forehead at such close proximity, and he murmurs, "Dawn is nearly here..."