Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha, he nodded 'bout making things safer and not speaking with Damian's aunt, and he noticed that pausing which he might not've noticed before.] You're welcome.
[The hand to his chin came as surprising, and the hoodie string hung and stuck to lower lip as Misha looked on the other boy. He begun to answer that first question, 'bout why Damian would ask him for that, but Damian was moving on and following his own thoughts, shifting, admitting to things that weren't hard things for Misha, and that took work to remember were challenging. Misha, he didn't like feeling bad. It made clarity real hard for him, and he blinked his pale eyes a few times too many, trying to see the boy clear in front of him as fingers fell from his chin and were pressed insistently paired to his chest.
Misha, he looked down, and he took Damian's hands in his own. Firm:] It ain't all of you, not by a longshot. I'm stupid. It just hurt my feelings, you wanting that when it don't include me, and I know it ain't 'bout that. I know it ain't. [He leaned forward, hands still holding onto Damian's 'gainst his chest, and he pressed nose to the other boy's forehead and closed his eyes. Confession, born of an exhale:] I been talking too much 'bout the past recent. It has me real off.