Re: Call: Misha B/Damian W
[It takes him a moment to understand what it is the angel is referring to. Truly, he is having a slow day. And, by the time he has this puzzled out, there is nothing to feel. He does not berate himself for his idiocy. He does not fret about Father, or Oliver, or what Aunt might do, or anything else. He does not even fuss over Misha. It is very much like morphine, he thinks, with a clinical curiosity, a detachment. Only without that initial rush and that sometimes-sensation of warmth and sleepiness.
Habitually, he sniffles. He forgets he is meant to answer and he smokes his cigarette.]