Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha, he wasn't sure what the Hell to say. He'd done this, after all, and it wasn't like he could blame someone else. He couldn't even suss out the why of it in his head. Damian pressed his nose to throat, and Misha just slung an arm low 'round the other boy's back. The hand at Damian's nape stayed, fingers spreading themselves wider to slide up 'long the boy's skull. He hunted for words, but there weren't any he could find easy, so he resorted to music. He hummed, and he rocked with the boy he was holding onto real slow and barely any movement at all. Then, the humming turned to singing real quiet and 'gainst the other boy's temple.]