Burden knows that in life, one must (tithe) wrote in repose,
Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
I don't recall what you ain't right 'bout anymore. [Misha admitted that with a helpless little shrug of shoulders, and he didn't mind the discomfort of the hug. It was nice, the hug, and he was 'bout to tell Damian so, that it was nice. Damian, he mentioned the Heroin next, and all thought of thanking the boy for the hug ceased. Now, Misha, what he knew of drugs was new and learned from documentaries and the internet, from going to visit facilities in the Capital unseen and without Damian knowing. He'd tried to help them folks some, but there were things he couldn't manage any, and he knew that everyone said there wasn't no coming back from how Heroin made a person feel, that life wasn't never 'nough after. He looked, even with all that Xanax in his system, real terrified. Too, Damian didn't need to clarify it was actually him present, not after that admitting.] No- Damian- You got to let me get rid of it. Please? [Misha, he'd managed to stay real calm for this talking, but this made panic well.] Please? Anything else, but not that one. [It never did occur to him that maybe could be Damian had already tried some at some point 'long the way.
He waved away the thought of not living with Damian gone, since he wasn't thinking on that now. Instead, he helped Damian turn, wanting to see more of the other boy's face and willing to give up the hold he wanted so badly to do so. Alyssa, Oliver, it all took a backseat for a moment. Nothing else mattered but that one word: Heroin. He clasped Damian's shoulders, and then he clasped the boy's cheeks.] Please, Damian? I'll go fetch you some Morphine myself if need be. Please?