Re: aloud, in the car: misha/damian
[It's soothing. Truth is, anything Damian would've said right then would've soothed. Just the other boy's voice, his warmth, his presence. But the song's real pretty, which he tries to find words to tell Damian, but words don't come easy or immediate, and he whispers real hoarse 'gainst Damian's shirt:] Thank you. [The words are already sleep thick, though he knows it ain't convenient to slumber while they're still en route. But his head's tired and aches, and he just can't help it.]