Re: [In-person: Damian/Misha]
Damian did not often 'do' regret. He was too stubborn to allow that his choices might be faulty. Too, he knew it did not matter what he felt, as what had occurred had occurred. But, in this moment, he felt he ought have chosen dancing, rather than revisiting. He did not enjoy watching himself behave foolishly and Misha, though his dick was hard beneath Damian, would not allow for anything else but watching. Damian felt, due to all of this, sulky. Perhaps he ought go knock the crown off of the child flirting with the rockstar. He would win a fight against this version of himself, he was sure. But, he knew they could not interact at this moment. They were unseen, yes? But, he did consider it all the same. "Idiot," was all he said about himself, his annoyance obvious in icy tones.
As for liking Misha, Damian knew he would—any version of him. He almost wished the boy would go and see about it, as it might soothe him. But, Misha did not desire to leave, and, admittedly, with the boy's arm under his shirt as it was, Damian did not desire him to go truly either. He sighed a little at the petting, leaning his head back again and pressing a kiss to the side of Misha's throat. "I know that any version of me would find you preferable above all others, Mishael," he said honestly, just as he sensed the angel's muscles tightening with tension. Anticipation. He looked up. He and the rockstar had walked some slight distance, and he watched himself lean in for a kiss, dark fingers stroking high cheekbones. The kiss itself seemed more cloying to his eye now than it had been in the moment and he frowned. But, the pink version of himself withdrew, uttered some useless words, and trotted off. Damian looked to Misha. "He is stupid."