Re: [Lake: Misha/Damian.]
Damian was not learning this lesson. He would not learn it. He would not separate the bad from the good. Not doubt, no matter what he thought, should whoever return, so long as they attempted to speak to him, he would come around, and when they left, he would be crushed once more. But, he resolved to not do it again. He was not going to separate the bad from the good. There was none to separate with Dawson. He did not even like him. And he was not going to learn any stupid lesson about it.
Instead, he was going to move beyond it. He dangled his feet, though they were not exceptionally close to the rise of waves underfoot. He tipped his head to make room for Misha when the boy dipped in to kiss him. He smiled slightly, watching then as Misha stayed close and spoke, his breath fluttering against Damian's cool skin. "Tell me the gossip." He spoke in Arabic without any reasoning behind it, and he tucked hair behind one of Misha's pointy ears. His hand shifted over Misha's shoulder, then down the length of his spine. Touching the boy was calming for him, and that paired with the lap of waves made him feel better, enough so that he was not wallowing in his weakness at present.