Re: In-person: Damian/Burden
"You ain't got to do that," Burden said, his reaction to Damian shucking that thin shirt off. He was shaking bad enough that he forgot to speak right, the way Father Amos had sent him to training for, and his teeth chattered some as he took the shirt and held it closed against his chest, bundled in pale hands. But he knew it was cold, and he worried some about the boy sitting there, beside him on the sand, wearing not a thing but his skin. And, shakes and all, Burden looked over for too long for it to be an innocent looking. "You're going to catch your death," was what he finally said, but he was still hanging onto that shirt, and he was still looking steady.
He realized it a moment later, that he was staring, and he looked on out at the dark water. Damian, he was looking at the house just now, as Burden looked away and back and toward the lake. Now, he wasn't expecting Damian to take his hand. It came as surprising, but Burden squeezed that hand when it was offered to him, like he needed some sort of tether to this moment. His head was swimming, and it was nearly as if there was something there he was reaching for, but that wasn't coming clear. "A vision of a vision of a vision," he echoed; it sounded about right. "It's real foggy," he said, but he didn't know if the house was bringing on the shakes. Or, rather, he didn't reckon it was. "I think it's you," he said eventually. "Being here, sitting like this, with you." And, impulsively: "You go on and kiss me again."