Re: [Island to Shore: Dami & Misha]
Damian was not experienced enough to know whether bickering was normal either, but it did not bother him, because bickering was what he did with his family. He was not aware it was more significant to Misha than it was to him, as to him it was largely nothing. The phone did not feel leaden in his pocket. He was worried, obviously. He did not know precisely how to approach Misha's confusion, especially when he (Damian) knew the boy was not truly a boy at all, but rather an angel. Normally, he would have simply said so, but it seemed to upset Misha in a way Damian knew was related to the boy's fear of madness, and he did not wish to make what was difficult worse. Perhaps he would not be able to hold out much longer, biting down on the truth, but he did try at present.
He looked at Misha too. Over the closing distance, he took in his boyfriend. He took tally of him, attempting to ascertain his emotional state or anything else that would be helpful. But, more than looking, once Misha was inside the submersible—and though the hatch remained open, and they were not submersed—he was pleased when Misha pulled him close. He went with his own clinginess present, and his eyes were open wide as the pair stood forehead-to-forehead. He settled his hands on Misha's back, one on wifebeater, before he attempted to mirror the angel, and he took fingers to pale cheek.] Hello, [he said quietly.]