Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[As an allowance, offered with some, but not much, guilt.] I know it is not as you would wish to act.
[On the sofa, they were entangled. Damian knew he was not explaining well, and he knew it was difficult to understand, and, too, he knew he would feel injured if the figurative tables were turned. But, he could not change his own weaknesses, not with the flip of a switch.] You are not stupid. [A blink, the trace of smile.] Sometimes you are stupid, but you are not stupid. That—the morphine, it has been a... it has been with me for a long time. I did not know that there would be a time, when I would wish to feel. I thought I would not ever. I was wrong. [Damian's fingers pushed into jacket, into Misha's hand, whatever.] I do not know. I wish I could articulate it better. I know I am not. [He allowed himself to be infringed upon, Misha coming close, nose to forehead, and he closed his eyes too.] Do you wish to talk further on it, or will that only make it worse? [He lifted his chin, looking up. He kissed the angel, very briefly, very softly, then nudged against his jaw.]