Re: Call: Misha/Damian
You must know that I feel the same about you. I like you as you are. You are [—almost shy—] beautiful. [He almost ignores Misha's callout, as it would be humorous, but he does not.] I do not see the point in addressing it. And I did not mean like that. Woods worked for the League, apparently as subterfuge. I know Aunt is surveilling me and Father would. I feel as if I cannot trust either of them, nor those who work for them. [He allows a sniffle, then another drag on the cigarette. Speaking through smoke.] I am fine. Everyone there smoked. At the meeting. [He ignores the comment about Father.] Misha. I like bedding down with you. I have watched pornography, and it does not interest me much. [A glance up and he attempts to orient himself mentally.] I am not far.