Re: [Lake: Misha/Damian.]
"They're adults, true, but I reckon they need a little helping. They feel, for true and certain, that the world's done them wrong. I know that the world's done a lot of folks wrong, and they don't all feel that way, but Dietre and Adrian do, and making them feel like that ain't so, I reckon it'll help them get better places." It was real easy, Misha found, to be calm 'bout it when he was sitting here, 'gainst Damian. Everything seemed manageable when he was 'round this boy, and could be that meant Damian was his crutch. "Do you reckon you're my crutch?" he asked, though he knew it was a plenty big deviation from the topic at hand, but he didn't reckon Damian would mind that any.
Behind him, Damian shifted, and Misha sat forward some, in case his weight was causing trouble. Not that either of them were particularly weighty or big, but, still, and it didn't hamper his continuing attention to the mess of ringlets he was busy building atop Damian's head. "Claire's got school too. The crisis center won't muss with either of us doing our schooling," he assured Damian, and then he left off fussing with curls, and he tugged on the other boy 'stead, wanting the weight of him on his lap. "Speaking of schooling, there's a vacation day coming." He wasn't thinking nothing specific, but he did have three days off in a row, and could be they might could see the beach 'fore it got too cold. He tugged again, if he could, and then he remembered 'bout the realtor, too. "Did you look at that place the realtor sent? I reckoned we should go see it, even if it don't seem a whole lot bigger than what we got." But it was right near the school, and Misha wanted Damian to start taking classes, and could be it would encourage that some.