Re: Bus stop: Misha & Lou
Misha, he always wanted kin. He knew kin mattered, and Damian's relationship with his own kin had just driven that home a whole lot. Leena, just by being there, was something good and positive for Damian. Unfortunately, kin that was absent, they did a lot more harm than absent friends, least from what Misha had seen. He knew Damian needed his absent daddy something awful, and he was glad his own daddy was 'round, even if their relationship wasn't nothing steady yet.
He just nodded 'bout Adrian needing to talk more. He knew Adrian had a tendency to be real evasive, but he reckoned persistence was the key there, and this woman seemed real stubborn. "Misha," he offered back, not remembering if he'd given it thus far. "I reckon not saying it loud was plenty wise someplace like Repose." He considered, and he shook Lou's hand firm, for all that he was slight and narrow some. He wasn't willowly, Misha, which that was all due to the dancing, but he still wasn't imposing any to look at.
The bus moved, swaying some and rambling how it did, and Misha pulled his hand back and sat 'gainst the seat, head turned so he could listen to the talking that came after Lou's laughter. "I felt like a trouble a whole lot once." These days, those tendencies were good and gone, and could be he sounded like an old man talking fondly 'bout his youth. He smiled at her, fine hair sticking to the old bus seat. "You live alone? I reckon your cousin could use someone close 'neath his roof. Someone who sees him regular, who he can't hide things from as easy." It wasn't animals, and it was a step back to the conversation from a few seconds earlier, but the idea was stuck deep in his craw, and he reckoned it wouldn't hurt none to voice. "Some folks, I reckon they do fine without minding, even young. Some don't."