Re: [Lake: Misha/Damian.]
He knew Misha was near. Not only could he hear the impetus of his steps nearing, but too, he could smell the ozone peel that always accompanied angelic activity on the boy's part. And, perhaps it was imagined, but he thought he could feel him, as well. He had been prepared to turn to face Misha, when he was pulled by a grip at the center of his back.
He went.
Damian folded himself into Misha's arms, transferring the cigarette as necessary and turning upon the wood of the dock, so that he faced the boy. He did not wish for Misha to look too long upon his, Damian's, face, to find the evidence of his weakness there. Tears, anger, frustration. So, he hugged the boy and pressed his face to the warm skin of his neck.