Re: [Lake: Misha/Damian.]
Misha, he wasn't surprised none that Damian came when tugged, and he wasn't surprised none that Damian hid his face 'gainst black none, neither. He knew the other boy didn't like being looked on when he felt he was showing weakness, and he knew plenty well that Damian's sniffling on the phone had indicated a whole lot of perceived layers of weakness.
It was hard for him, for Misha, to know he wasn't 'nough to make Damian not feel this so damn acute. This, it wasn't 'bout him none, and he knew that, but it was still real hard. Damian, he went through this over and again, and Misha worried each time that it might be the straw that went and broke the camel's back.
He held Damian a few seconds longer, and he turned his head and tugged the boys hat off at the same time. It let him press kisses to temple and squashed curls, and he nosed there just after. "I'm real sorry, sweetheart."