Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[The response from angelic lips was logical, enough so that Damian could not argue with the point given. Even if it did come after a long stretch of silence, long enough that, had he not know Misha was high, Damian might have begun to fuss.] Well, I know what is in mine and I know no matter what you say, my own feelings will not change either. [He swallowed.] You have not seen me killing children, tearing them from their mother's arms and dashing them upon the ground. But I have done it. Do not tell me you have seen all of me. I am not afraid of you or of what I will see if you show me. Because, after all, it is you, and I love you.
[Damian was wet crackers. He was and he knew it. But, he did not reiterate his point when Misha spoke. Instead, he clung to the boy with the unyielding grip of the drowning. He did not even disturb the fingers that found purchase over his lips, seeking to keep any of his words from seeping out. He swallowed, his gaze searching Misha's as the boy spoke. Obviously, he, Damian, had several points to counter what the angel was saying, but, again, he did not interrupt. He nearly made a comment about how 'ten' seemed to be a momentous number, but that seemed stupid too, so he kept that, as well.] I am glad I can help, [was what he settled upon, though he was still not certain he could or did. Predictably, however, in the end, Damian was not wholly able to keep his mouth shut.] There is nothing you, as a child, could have done to stop your mother. You do know what is real. You are not delusional about what you are. And you cannot say a child is willing when it comes to sex. You know this. [Some guilt stoppered the rest of what he had to say and he just shook his head.
The possessive touch to his neck felt nice, regardless. As did the brush of lips to jaw. Damian lifted his chin, like a cat seeking another scratch. He nodded, as well, but easily, so as not to bump the boy's nose that nuzzled near.] That would help. But that relies upon you actually doing this, you fool boy. And you have a poor track record, thus far. [For whatever reason, the openness about why he, Misha, did not talk was surprising to Damian, who only blinked briefly. He was not expecting to be called on not speaking about Alyssa either. Stupid Xanax. Without skill, the man attempted to circumvent the topic.] Yes, we still talk to each other more than we talk to other folks. [He rubbed his nose on his shoulder again, turning his face from Misha.]