Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Burden, he didn't even allow himself to think none about what could've happened in that bathroom. Truth was, he wasn't thinking about a whole lot, and not on account of avoidance. He'd turn it all over in his head later, when he was quiet and alone, but this feeling he had welling up for this dark boy, it was overwhelming some. Feelings for boys, they just weren't acceptable in either of the worlds Burden had called home. And he wasn't meant to feel anything stirring at all, but he sure was feeling something. But now, now wasn't the time for thinking on that. Just like it wasn't the time for questioning the unkind feelings he was experiencing toward Benjamin Coltan.
He was just keen to walk Damian to his car now, or to where his driver was, and he walked outside intent on doing just that. Damian, he smashed his cigarette beneath his shoe, and Burden smiled without a hint of anything sheepish in the corners of his mouth tipping upward. "You could go back in and talk to Benjamin, if you prefer," he said, but he was already walking and out and he knew it was meaningless, saying them words. Benjamin, he'd gone on back to his shadows, and Burden was going to take Damian somewhere that ensured the boy wouldn't go on back into the Gala.
Damian, he texted something, and Burden waited polite and then motioned for Damian to lead. If Damian did so, he fell into step with the smaller boy, and there was no rush to Burden's steps. "I reckon you were successful in trying to use my lessons against me, more so," he said honest, smile and dimple in place as he looked on over at the boy beside him. "My statement in the bathroom," he said a moment later and real impulsive, "it ain't meant to keep you from doing things with folks," he said, though there was frowning some in his voice as he stated the truth plain and by moonlight.