Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Burden, even he didn't reckon himself harmless. And, truth was, he had been some honest with Damian about the shivershakes, but he hadn't emphasized the bad bits as much as could be he ought have. But he told himself that wasn't real important, and he reckoned it was true enough. And he had himself a feeling that Damian wouldn't take heed, even if there had been real strong cautioning. And, really, Burden could always sense the shakes coming, so it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to get himself away. Funny enough, that was the deception in Burden's head just at the moment, nothing about stealing; he knew Damian wouldn't turn him in.
He didn't expect a 'you're welcome kindly' from Damian. Could be he was a smidgen surprised when Damian sat himself up on the counter, but that was on account of some acquired perception of the other boy as real square. But Damian was sitting right there, and Burden's damp wrist brushed against the outside of one velvet thigh as he pulled his hand back and moved to grab drying paper from the dispenser to his left. He came right on back, though, did Burden, and he returned to regarding the other boy in the mirror. He didn't know ideas were sprouting in Damian's head, but he was giving Damian something of a knowing look when Damian said he, Damian, didn't much care what folks thought. "I never would have guessed," Burden said sarcastically, tipped up grin and dimples. "And you're fussing about Audrey again." His gaze turned curious, and he shifted and rested his hip against the counter, so he was facing Damian's profile. "Why her?" he asked, and he understood the whole topic was doing strange things to his insides, though he wasn't quite sure why as of yet.