Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Now, Burden wasn't meant to be speaking the things he was saying at all, and the fact the words were only thinly veiled, well, it only made it better some little bit. But it wasn't just about the church, him being circumspect in his talking. He'd spent a whole lot of his life in a place where it just wasn't safe to be anything but straight, and his thoughts had never gone that way. Even now, standing here and saying things he wasn't meant to be saying, he wasn't thinking of himself as gay any. He wasn't thinking about what it meant to say what he was saying, not in a way beyond just the words perching from his lips and flying unbidden. It didn't mean he was gay, was the general thinking from the pale boy standing in the bathroom doorway. And since it wasn't something he could act on, then it wasn't sinning. He maybe should've kept what he was feeling to himself, but it was this tickle beneath his ribs, and he hadn't kept his own counsel. The words were said, and now there was nothing to do but smile and keep on, and to perhaps ensure there was more time spent with the darker boy. Innocent time, on account of there couldn't be a thing wrong with that, could there?
Damian slipped by him, and Burden felt some sort of loss when he let the door of the relatively small, private space close behind him. It sounded loud in his head, though he knew right well that the door didn't make any real noise, and surely nothing loud enough to be heard over the party happening down the hall and in the belly of the museum. But it felt loud, more than sounded loud, that door. He was considering that as Damian ran a hand through dark, wiry curls, and could be he was about to comment on that, on the movement, the hair, the thick fingers in a tone a whole lot darker than his own pale, slim fingers. He was about to part chapped lips and comment, but then he saw the man from earlier, and then Damian commented on the man, and Burden's expression changed from the earnestness of the enclosed bathroom to something lazy, flippant, uncaring. Charm in a quirked up smirk, and a brow which he waggled at Damian.
"You come on and I'll introduce you." He reckoned Damian talking to the man would be good enough distraction to return the key, and he tugged once and briefly on Damian's sleeve, briefly, but in this real unthinkingly entitled way, and then proceeded down the hall with graceful, long steps.