Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
I know what it felt like, Damian. I knew when I did it. [He moved from where he was standing and into the apartment proper, where the living room opened up wide and gave him room for pacing once more.] When I was asking what it felt like, ain't it funny? I knew all along. [He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, and he knew this wasn't just 'bout this moment, but he was having trouble employing logic to pull himself on back from this ledge.] I know you reckon I'm weak, and your aunt can use it 'gainst us. And I know I wanted to explain all the ways I ain't. [Which explained a whole lot of nothing, and Misha, he was generally more articulate. He rambled, not loud, not raising his voice any, and just taking real long strides.] I hate not feeling human any. I know it's dumb as bricks, but I hate it a whole lot, and I feel wrong doing things like that with you, and it's like me using power to take away your rights, and I hate you didn't feel me at all when I did that, and now I felt it, the difference, and I'm rambling. Fuck.