Re: Capital: Misha/Damian/Jason
Damian was not a spoon, not in any sense, metaphorical, figurative, or otherwise. He refused to be likened to cutlery, now and in Jason's own mind. He did not have to be personally aware of it to make such a refusal. Let that be known.—He tipped his head toward the nuzzle of Misha's nose in another automatic reaction and he smiled, one glance aimed sideways to look at the angel, Damian's entire expression one of being pleased with himself. He did not mind the tightness of the grip. It might have even been reassuring there, amid all the unknowns of the café.
The man had never been with anyone. He had never been a boyfriend. That he should be as easy as he was, as he said to Misha, really ought not have been so. It truly was a weakness, one he was not intended to have. (He was intended to have none, obviously.) But it existed and, though he resisted it, it could not be undone. So, it was a surprise to Damian, likely as much as it was to Woods, that he should act how he acted, with whom he acted, specifically, Misha. But, he did not care to change it. He did not even care to consider if he was making anyone, let alone Woods, uncomfortable. He pulled away an inch, perhaps two, reeling in his arm from Misha's shoulder so as to take up a glass. He did not inspect it or its contents with any scrutiny, but rather sipped at it. It was some manner of cocktail. He did not care to discover what, nor to ask, so he just sipped at it, his other hand tangled in Misha's and his palm open as canvas.
Bright eyes followed the trace of fingers along life lines, before Damian looked to the angel at his mention of Greyson. He turned his gaze to Woods, to see what he thought of it. "He is an idiot," was all Damian said on it himself, and his tone was flinty. It did not invite any questions. As for the other occupants of the house, as listed by Misha, received in order: a snort and a tut. "Father is not sweet." He looked to Woods, as if for support on this matter. He noted the tension in the boy beside him, synaptic, and squeezed his fingers. "Nelson is a criminal. He was involved with Miller, that is how he figures in. It was temporary, but he is too stupid to see this. Sasha is Catalone's sister. Catalone was involved with Father, and they have Helena, who remembers no one, much like Greyson." He rolled his eyes, sipped his cocktail, and sighed. "Barbara was here, but she is gone. Rosales should be gone and Dia is a woman who assisted Father overseas."
Surely that was enough information, and all of it, if not unbiased, still true. Damian sipped again and turned seagrass gaze to Misha. He shrugged against him.