Re: [In-person: Damian/Misha]
Misha, could be he understood the night 'fore better than most folks. Traveling 'long timelines was a malakhim's best and most important skill, and timelines went up and down, but they also stacked up on each other like cards in a deck. He didn't think on it much no more, the fact that he saw living and the universe real different than folks did. It was the way he'd always seen it, even 'fore he'd understood he was different, and he didn't know no different way.
And it didn't matter none just now. It was talking for later, for calmer, and now was 'bout Damian leaning heavy 'gainst him at the hips. Misha, he waited with patience he didn't feel, waiting on Damian to talk 'bout being drunk or high, and that tip of Damian's chin held as Misha looked over the boy's face, searching for truths in expressive eyes and the sharp slant of jawline. Damian, he said he'd rather see the night 'fore, and Misha took him right back to where he'd just been. It was just easiest, and he sat himself down on the bench and tugged Damian onto his lap, if Damian allowed it.
They couldn't be seen none, and Misha nudged gold aside with his chin, resting it there 'gainst Damian's shoulder to watch the scene unfold again. His arms, they were real tight wrapped 'round Damian's waist, and his breath was jealous-cold 'gainst Damian's ear.