Re: [Quicklog - Dick and Misha - Batmansion]
[Misha didn't know Dick any. Damian hadn't told him anything 'bout any of his siblings. Misha was finding out by his ownself, and he was real fine with that. He didn't expect manifestos any, not from Damian. So, he didn't know 'bout Dick's troubles. He looked at the other man real surprised when he spoke of not remembering, and the desire to reach and close his fingers 'round his Grace in order to suss out what was happening with Dick, it was real strong. But Misha was full of medicine, pale eyes paler than they ought to be, and he couldn't reach for anything deliberate just now.]
I wasn't trying to make things bad. [Misha looked real sad, real genuine, on account of he hated hurting folks. It made him down, and there wasn't a thing for that. The boy, he'd always been much too emphatic for living.] I can ask public. No one knows me, and it won't look strange, and then you'll know all the answers too. [Real hopeful, and he stood to carry his bowl to the sink, like none of this was anything real of awful or to be scared of.
He touched Dick's shoulder on the way back, and there was something real soothing 'bout the boy's touch. Wasn't deliberate any, but it was there, like a whisper of things being better than they seemed during darkness.]