Burden knows that in life, one must (tithe) wrote in repose,
Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha, he knew the things Damian had done. Even with sleep finally starting to claim him unnaturally, Misha knew. Damian had told him, but he knew this was a point made in return. It was ugly things laid real bare, and he just looked at the other boy slow, unhurried and unruffled.] I knew them things, and it don't change anything for me. [He touched Damian's chest, splayed hand and warmth from fingertips that didn't manage soothing any, not in Misha's current state. It was a real human touch from the boy that wasn't human any at all.] You, here, I know you here, and I know what you are, the kind of person you are. You ain't your actions, Damian. And I know you ain't afraid of what I'll show you, but I would give any damn thing I could to spare you it. [He gave the boy a knowing smile, shallow thanks to the medicines, but there.] I reckon you'd say the same in return.
[Damian wasn't no wet crackers. He clung, and Misha clung back, fingers on Damian's mouth and pressed in close. He expected Damian to fuss and argue, but Damian didn't. He just thanked, and Misha waited still and patient, knowing there was more coming. His smile stoked slow when Damian couldn't help himself and went on. It was a serious topic, course, and one that would leave Misha feeling shook and sucking at his fingers for days after, but it was still real warming to hear Damian do precisely what Misha expected him to do.] I knew you would do that. [He didn't even think on not voicing the sentiment fond.] You reckon you don't help me, but that, what you just said, it helps. I respect your thinking, I trust you, and you saying it means something. It means I can't ignore it, them things, even if my head tells me to, on account of you wouldn't never lie to me. [He kissed Damian's cheek sluggish and warm.] And it's soothing to know you'll always defend me from myself.
[Damian lifted his chin for petting, and Misha's fingers dragged firm and strong 'long column of throat.] I can do it now. When I'm fussed 'bout the past, all you need to do is hold me, distract me, let me fuss if I'm fussed. It ain't nothing you have to fix, Damian. It ain't nothing expected. Just be there, that's all. [Which sounded real simple but, for Misha, it really was that simple. That was all he needed.] Hugs ain't bad neither. [And he was pleased Damian didn't contradict him 'bout avoiding Alyssa, but he shook his head a moment after Damian agreed 'bout talking to each other more.] Not always. I don't reckon I always tell you what it is you need to hear. I'm bad at that. Other folks, I reckon they're better and give you something I can't. [His acknowledgement, it was real quiet.] I know I got my failings when it comes to helping you. I know they've got more glaring as time's gone on. Talking to me, it don't always make you feel better. Being with me, that might. But talking, it don't always.
[He moved, shifting himself on back on the bed and tumbling Damian with him if Damian allowed. He was slow 'bout it, and the movement was all human and sloppy, but he shifted 'round 'til Damian was crooked up 'gainst him, and he kissed the other boy's temple. His eyes, they were plenty heavy and blame the drugs for that, and could be he'd sleep hours and hours. He reckoned that, even as he was starting to knock off real quick-like, and he fought open pale blue eyes.] Don't fuss if I sleep long. [He didn't want Damian sitting up and watching for hours on end. He was 'bout to reiterate, but all them medicines finally pulled him under to a deep, deep sleep that he wasn't 'bout to rouse from soon any.]