Re: [University: Damian & Misha]
[Damian did not take the Bible literally, just as he had never taken the Qu'ran literally. They were stories to him, nothing more, and they were not read for his entertainment, but to know them. He looked at Misha as the angel expounded on Delilah.] Do you think people can change due to loving someone? [He did not know if he believed that or not.—As for kissing, for once, Damian was following someone else's lead. He knew he did not know what was correct behavior, and, as this was a place Misha might return to, he was cautious in a way that was not inherent. A small crease appeared in Damian's brow as he considered the selfless comment.] I am not. Addicts are selfish, they said. You, however, are selfless. Do you resent that this is your make-up?
[Green eyes slid sideways to meet blue and the man tutted at the nearly perfect echo.] Do we need to change? [He asked of the gay bar as he handed his phone over. He had no idea.—Then he sat as Misha shifted and began working with a great deal of focus to parse through the links. He peered back, steadily, almost unblinkingly, as Misha glanced over now and again.
He took the phone as it was passed back, and he looked at the images as the boy informed him of various aspects of them, especially within the context of the city. Damian knew the neighborhoods similarly to how he knew the books of the Bible and that story of Samson. It was information absorbed, rather than anything he could contextualize.—The man allowed his hand to fall to Misha's upon his thigh, and he laced fingers with the boy, if he could, his hand over top. He flicked to the second apartment with the thumb on his opposite hand. Damian lifted his chin and turned the screen so Misha might see it well.] The second one. [Then he smiled slightly, pleased to have a concrete idea, a reason to stay.]