Re: [In-person: Dami & Misha.]
[Misha, he didn't find Damian lacking none at all.] I'll likely reach out, but nothing important happened with us dreaming. Answer me this, princess: If I'd slept with someone during the dreaming, would you reckon that counted? If so, then killing someone has to count for something too, don't it? [He thought, for a second, 'bout being some form of harmless death.] I reckoned I was just busy feeling a whole lot of sorry for myself. [He wasn't entirely unaware of his own tendencies toward melancholy. Misha, he went up and down like a teeter totter when it came to feelings. But seeing Damian in yellow and on socks, it was lightening some. Misha, he even smiled down at the boy's toes, and then he looked up as Damian's hands lighted on shoulders in candy stripes.] There ain't a thing wrong with me living quiet, Dami.