Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Burden, he knew denying ourselves things wasn't meant to be easy. It was the whole reason folks gave up chocolate for Lent, on account of giving up chocolate was meant to be hard. No one gave broccoli up for Lent, after all. And he wasn't aware Damian was over there thinking about the simplicity of denial, but Burden wouldn't be surprised none to learn that was something that was happening in the other boy's head. This understanding, it wasn't even something that felt like old knowledge in his belly; this was just knowing Damian for a few months now, and understanding just how damned difficult Damian could be.
Now, could be he should've thought on that some before leading Damian over to Ben, but, see, Burden, he just reckoned there would be a blip of distraction for the returning of that key, and then they could leave Ben behind.
But it didn't work that way none.
He, Burden, did return the key, and that worked just fine, but then he noticed the way Ben was regarding Damian, and Burden's brow furrowed some. That was, at least, until Damian told Ben that he was dressed nicely. The furrow, it was replaced by Burden glancing over at Damian with a whip-snap turn of his head. Burden's expression, it went from annoyance, to shock, to a bark of laughter, to something mildly entertained and slightly feral as he turned to look at Ben. Damian, he was still over there shaking hands, and Burden's smile stayed real firmly put. "I'm itching for some fresh air," he said, glancing between Damian and Ben, and then his gaze lit on Damian. "Unless you're inclined to keep talking fashion," which he reckoned was pointed enough, while not being entirely rude.
But, Ben, Ben, he didn't get the meaning of Burden's words, or could be it was just that he got the meaning too well. "Damian could stay here and have a drink with me," Ben suggested, glancing with lazy interest at the darker boy.