Re: [Lake: Misha/Damian.]
Misha, he reckoned folks leaving was something all children had trouble with. He hadn't spent a whole lot of time with children, but he'd been one himself, and he remembered how aching it was to lose everyone he knew, even if them folks hadn't actually been good to him any. Even his momma, who he'd loved more than anything, hadn't never put him first, and, as an adult, that was hard to realize and understand. He'd forgiven her, course, and he'd forgiven his daddy, but could be that was its own type of coping. Hating where you loved, it was real hard, and he needed to think they'd loved him in return. Could be Damian needed that to, and Misha's experience was small, but he tried to make sense of Damian's experience through his own lens.
Just now, he was holding the other boy tight, and he was hoping that helped. He knew he couldn't be Damian's kin, and that he couldn't carry that hurting off, but he could do this, and he hoped real strong that this helped some.
Damian let his chin be tipped, and Misha looked on down at the other boy's face. He could see the unspoken confession of tears, but he didn't say so. He just brushed his thumb 'long one sharp cheekbone, and then he kissed one puffy eyelid, if he was able. "Hush. I'm the one usually defending everyone. Don't you go stealing my job," he said fondly, and he rubbed the tip of his nose 'gainst Damian's.