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They’re running the scene again when Damien feels it. There’s a familiar tug at the base of his ribs as he watches Courtney and Shayne watch him lift Kimmy over his head. They’ve run the finale scene for hermia and lysander just about four times now, Damien having done the same as the demetrius to Kimmy’s helena, and they’ve sat to take a break. Probably to listen to whatever playlist Courtney whipped up for the occasion, shoulders hunched together as they pick at Damien’s costume with their twin pairs of eyes.
He hopes it’s something soft that they’re listening to, as they observe him like this. He’s much too far away to make any self deprecating remarks about how his stomach must look where his shirt rides up, but it would probably fall on deaf ears anyway, given the glances the pair are sharing between borderline ogling his arms, his chest.
He pictures it again, for a moment. The fleeting image he allows himself to dwell on for only moments at a time when this longing feeling strikes; Shayne buffeted by he and Courtney, no lines to memorize, just stretched limbless against someone’s soft bedsheets. What he wouldn’t give to see their eyelashes flutter from inches away, to hear the sigh and heave of courtney’s chest as she brushes hair from his face.
Then sarah is blowing her whistle, calling them to a cast meeting, and the daydream pops like a soap bubble. Across the room, Shayne shakes his head as if waking up from a dream.
For a brief moment, Damien allows himself to hope, then lowers Kimmy to the ground to join the others.