Re: aloud, in the car: misha/damian
[Damian's arm goes around Misha's waist by instinct, his head against the boy's (not that he has a choice, as he is shorter). He does not know what it is going through the angel's head, but he knows that seeing this, while important, was very likely too much. He turns, his nose against Misha's cheek as he tries to look up at him.] I have seen them. Your wings. The first night we met. The first time we kissed. You allowed me to touch them. I still hear them now, though I can no longer see them.