Re: [In-person: Dami & Misha.]
[Misha, he just went on and tutted again. He didn't reckon being taught to handle pain was the same as something not hurting, but he understood that to Damian the hurting of a tiny pricking on the back of his hand wasn't nothing worth mentioning. He still pressed there and healed it, and he didn't let go of the boy's hand, despite Damian saying it didn't smart none. 'Stead, he kissed the boy, and then he sat back hearing Damian's words 'bout it not being real. It was precisely what he expected Damian to say, and it made him smile some with the reassurance that the other boy was real and truly fine.] It ain't real, but things can still feel real and be frightening. My dream wasn't bad none. [He hadn't been asked, but he offered it, and then there was the pendulum comment and the one 'bout the spear, which made him groan some little bit 'neath his breath as he watched Damian garb himself in yellow.] I'm saying I ain't going to do nothing but be normal. Harmless. I can be real harmless, seeing as doing good always turns out being the wrong choice.