Re: [University: Damian & Misha]
[Damian frowned. He was not particularly feverish.] I am not assuming such, nor is it relevant if she did or could change. I am saying, it was stupid of Samson to think his love could, would, and did change her, such that she would be no threat, or whatever it was. [A huff.] He did tell her his weakness. [A look to Misha, and the spring-furl of a smile.] What is your weakness? I promise not to attempt to cut whatever it is off of you. [Teasing was still as unfamiliar to Damian as smiling was, and, however brazen he was, there was, sometimes, still a slowness there, as if he had to fight all the years he had believed both were stupid and frivolous. [Damian peered up from where the weight of his gaze had fallen, altar of lips, to meet Misha's eye without a shred of shame.] I suppose, [was his agreement when it came to mutability. He watched the boy closely, as Misha went about answering the questions about sought-after humanity.] You are always you, [he answered for the angel.] It is what you would tell me. Would you wish to do without what you can do and the wings? If those are the only differentiators, then you are human, only with a little more, no?
[Damian laughed. It was always a low, flat sound, deep in his chest, and this was no different.] I will show you. [The man did listen seriously to Misha speak on the gay bar with seriousness. He thought his response was a fine one and he would not politely respond, but he did not know about the culture of these places.] Why is monogamy not common? [His train of thought was obvious as it moved stations along the same tracks.] Is this why you have not been monogamous? [More thinking.] Am I gay? [He had never had to label his sexuality, as, largely, he had had none. Sharply, he looked to Misha. All demand, he said:] Do not say that I am fully straight, with you existing solely as an aberration.
[That edge of annoyance, however, was petted flat easily, and Damian did not yet realize how much softer he had become in regards to Misha. He smiled.] I am. I am fond of—[What color had the lighting been in the apartment photo? Red.]—hydrogen, specifically. [The man did not answer the question posed to him immediately, but rather waited until the boy said Oliver had him thinking about home.] Do you mean Jersey or before? [Uncertainty did not show itself on Damian's face, but he did shift in his seat.] What did you discuss regarding your foster fathers? I wrote to Oliver too, [he said with a shrug.] I did not say that you had showed me anything, only that you had mentioned being worried. [Dark lips drew downward at the corners and Damian looked only at his hand in Misha's as they settled.] He does not deserve a friend such as you. [Which was true.
Blushing came with a vulnerability that was not permitted, so there was no spot of color in cheeks, but Damian have to force himself to lift his chin as the angel said he was seeing what he wished to see.] You are stupid. [He flipped the phone in his palm.] I will do it as we go. It will be easier. [More distractions offered meant he could not sit and dwell. Nor could he sit and ache for morphine. Damian fidgeted again, tapping his fingers on the screen of his phone.] Thank you, [he said uncomfortably, stiffly.] For coming down here, so that I might attend the meeting.