Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Damian, he sure had triumphed at something, though Burden was plenty certain that whatever he'd triumphed at wasn't meant to be something that occurred with someone vowing chastity for the remainder of their existence. There was something of a frown on Burden's lips brief, during that procession to the coat check, but it was replaced by the smug and buoyed feeling of having taken back something almost taken from him. Though Damian wasn't a thing that belonged to Burden, and Burden was plenty aware of that, but it just didn't seem to register loud in his gut just at present. At present, as he helped Damian slip into the coat, Burden just glanced back toward Ben, and the grin on Burden's lips was real pleased. Burden, he was pleased with himself, and make no mistake. Father Amos, he would say earning the ire of Benjamin Coltan was real bad news, and that a thief needed to live in a welcoming place beneath the radar, but Burden wasn't doing a thing that felt beneath any radar.
He also wasn't expecting Damian to help with his, with Burden's, coat. He slipped his arms into his own sleeves, and he thanked the person working the coat check, and he followed Damian out into the cool night.
Now, he had his key, and there was work he needed to do. In a perfect world, he would've snuck out unseen, gone to collect what needed collecting, and he would've slipped back in, and no one would be the wiser that he'd ever left. He'd even left himself an open window in the bathroom to that end, one no cameras were pointed at, but he was being real reckless just now. Again, Father Amos would frown real quiet about this, the way Father Amos always did when he was disappointed.
But Burden, he just felt the bracing night air, and he saw Damian mashing out that cigarette. His pale blue gaze dropped and raise, and his smile was dimples and hooded eyes as he regarded the darker boy. He knew he ought to be going, but there couldn't be no harm in a walk some, could there? He motioned ahead of Damian. "I ain't got a whole lot of time," he admitted, "but I can walk you to your car," he offered, assuming Damian had one, or a driver, or something of that ilk. "Assuming you're inclined to walk with me," he added, smile like molasses and slow, sloe sweet and plummy in the night breeze.