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Damarquis looked over everyone who was in the hall.  It seemed Penny was taking Eva's side of things, which was to be expected as it did seem that everyone was against her.  Damar just wanted Amelia's things back from whoever had them.  As he looked from person to person his eyes would always go back to Lance.  He noticed the bruises and the cut on his lip.  He wanted to go over to him and comfort him, but his legs wouldn't move.  It was odd that he wasn't able to function around him, probably one of the reasons why he stayed so far away from him.  The guy was attractive as hell, and Damar couldn't trust himself around him.  It looked as if his knees may be injured as well.  Sighing, he listened to Eva who was pleading her case, telling them to check Amelia's room before accusing her.

"[color=a36209]It's funny because you were tip-toeing away from her room when I got up here, plus her door is slightly ajar, which can mean one of two things.  Either you took her things and put them back to remain innocent, or one of the butlers got the rooms mixed up and fixed their mistake.  Either way, as long as Bunny's things are back in her room I'm fine[/color]," he said shooting a warning glare in Eva's direction and smirking in Penny's direction.  He noticed Bunny move towards Lance and touch his bruised knuckles.  Damar shook his head when he heard Lance ask about a first aid kit.  He approached him, looking into his eyes, wanting to touch his face, to ease the pain in some way, but he didn't.  Instead, he reached down and touched his bruised knuckles gently.

"[color=a36209]Must you always play hard ass[/color]?" Damar asked as he turned on his heel.  He wasn't really thinking when he grabbed Lance's arm and tugged him, "[color=a36209]follow me I guess[/color]," he added not realizing he was supporting Lance as they moved down the hall.  They turned down a corridor and went down another hall.  Eventually, they came to what he figured was his room as he noticed his luggage sitting in the room.  "[color=a36209]Sit down, I always carry a first aid kit with me, but I didn't think I'd need to use it on you[/color]."  They were alone, and it was odd for them to be alone, but Damar was focused on applying first aid to the bruises and cut that he didn't realize they were alone.  He reached into one of his pieces of luggage and pulled out a first aid kit.  He pulled out item after item to clean and sterilize the bruises.  He worked gently not wanting to cause more harm.  When it came to the cut on Lance's lip, he looked into his eyes and quickly looked down.  "[color=a36209]You ready?  It's gonna sting[/color]."  He didn't wait for an answer as he placed the cotton swab on the cut wiping the dry blood from Lance's lip.  He moved quickly to apply some ointment to keep away infection and a liquid band-aid to seal the cut.  He now had Lance's hand in his own hands and he ran a soft thumb over Lance's knuckles.  "[color=a36209]Care to share what happened?[/color]" He asked realizing what he was doing and immediately releasing Lance's hand and standing to his feet.  He started placing the items back into the kit and closed it, placing the kit back into his bag.  He couldn't bring himself to look at Lance so he walked to the door of the room, pausing for a moment before leaving.

On his way through the halls, he moved as if he was angry as if for some reason he needed to get away from the mansion.  He didn't even check to make sure the others had found Amelia's belongings.  He moved down the stairs bypassing his friends swiftly.  If anyone paid close attention, they would see the tears in his eyes, but they refused to drop.  He grabbed his bag from the seat he had placed it in before they had gone upstairs, and made his way towards the front door of the mansion.