Re: Call: Misha/Damian
[Fond:] Are you going to make us a world where folks don't hate things that are different? [Then, seriously some:] I mean it 'bout getting used to it. The world, it's getting better, but it's got a whole lot far to go. There are safe places, 'course, like where I took you, but living in a city means we're going to encounter some bias, 'less folks think we're roommates. [But it's real hard to keep being serious at that real direct comment that ain't bashful any, and Misha just chuckles quiet:] You ain't blushy in the least over there, are you? [Knowing:] You have friends, Damian. You might not realize that's what they are yet, but you got them. And your sibling don't seem the kind to get fussed when you snap. [Serious:] You can message your daddy when you get here. You want to ask after Sasha, you said, and you best tell him we've gone. What are you thinking he'll say that's troublesome? [Smile.] I know you want me. Don't think I doubt that a lick. I don't doubt it.