Headcanon: Damian in love
Using Tomasi’s characterization of Damian seeing himself as a “warrior, poet, king,” Damian’s first brush with love will be far more dramatic in his eyes than it actually is. To Damian, he is the hero of a Parisian ballad who’s suffering has no equal. He is journeying far, crawling on his hands and knees through valleys of sharp rocks in order to pick the rare flower that will gain the favor of his beloved; only to discover upon his return that his love died in a tragic and romantic fashion causing him to run into the wilderness where he wastes away, cold and alone.
But in truth he handles the whole thing more like Mr. Darcy: He confesses to the object of his affection in the most asshole-ish way possible, is completely bamboozled when it blows up in his face, then tries to save his embarrassment by explaining himself to his intended in note-form, and runs away to lick his wounds.
And if anyone writes this, I’ll be the happiest nerd alive.