Re: [Lake: Misha/Damian.]
Especially when he was hurting, Damian was far too emotionally immature to begin to understand the reasons people did what they did. Or, even if he could see them, it did not rate to his mind. And while he was progressing in this matter, among others, and while he would move beyond it, at the moment, it was where he was. But, he still did not desire to be loved by anyone who was not Misha. He wished to be unattached in life. It was not possible, he knew this now. He was human, and as such, suffered from human weaknesses, but it did not change what he desired.
Damian kissed Misha, pleased he was there, and he looked up from the line of suspender when Misha said he had thought it would be Misha's pants he enjoyed. He had not looked, so he did now. Lifting his head to do this, he took in the tight black that essentially acted as his underarmor did. "I do like them," he affirmed, looking back up as Misha pulled back and tugged on his fingers. He glanced to the edge of the dock, then nodded, and either followed or led the way to the water.
At the end of the dock, he sat. He kept one foot upon the wood to undo one black sneaker, then did the same with the opposite. He removed his socks, stuck them in a shoe, and rolled up his jeans. He then allowed his feet to dangle.