Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Burden, he was clueless about Damian's laugh, not understanding what had made the other boy chuckle. He didn't think of Damian as much of a laugher, and he didn't truly know why. It was just something he felt in his gut, more than something he'd experienced any, since Damian seemed real capable of teasing at him when Damian was inclined to. Like now, there was amusement in Damian's offering of welcome, and Burden couldn't help but grin right on back when the boy mentioned effective communication. "You're a real smart alec, in case you weren't aware," he said, reckoning Damian knew just fine that he was being a brat, and he, Burden, he found he didn't mind it none at all.
And, Burden, he hadn't been intending to get all heavy or honest, and he wasn't real sure where the confession even came from. It wasn't that the confession wasn't a true one, on account of it being real true, but he'd even surprised himself by saying the words. He hadn't been thinking about it beforehand, and he hadn't expected to speak the words. He wasn't even sure when he'd realized he felt how he did, but he did know he felt better for clarifying, and he stood in the open doorway and waited for Damian to move and come on. He'd let go of the boy's sleeve, and there wasn't anything keeping Damian from coming his way, and he just stood there waiting, leaning back against the open door while he did. "I ain't gay," he agreed, because he hadn't gone and decided that. But he had gone and decided that there was something drawing him to this boy, and he understood that the attraction wasn't a platonic thing with no teeth. "I do mean you," he added.
He smiled some, dimple present, and he knew it was confusing; he was confused, but he liked seeing the color climbing Damian's cheeks. "Are you coming with me?" he asked plain, simple, as if he hadn't just gone and said unexpected things a few seconds earlier.