"Oh, I am, I'm very confident in it." Damien says, still grinning. He kind of wanted to leave his shoulder bumped up against Amelia's, finding the little bit of physical connection to be very, well... welcomed. Which was exactly way he pulled a way, creating enough distance between them that he could think clearly.

"How'd you know? I was doing it for extra credit." He wiggled at the poke, trying to keep his face impassive so that the joke could be believable (not that he really thought Amelia would fall for it). It was nice, being out here, talking with her, in person, he would be lying if he said she hadn't missed her presence. It was just something about the dark haired girl that put him at ease, made him smile and had his fingers itching.

This was one of the things he'd always appreciated about their friendship. They understood each other, let each other breath and went when they needed to, and when the other didn't want to talk they would let that sit too. Because sometimes not talking about things was as therapeutic as talking about them.

The dainty hand that occupied his own was... Comfortingly warm, and Damien returned the squeeze.