Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
To help. To talk to her. To see if I can help other folks by talking to her. [He sounded confused and exasperated.] We're given charges normally. Folks we're assigned to, and we know we're assigned to them. I ran away. I ain't got charges. I just got the feeling left where helping charges is meant to be.
[He knew this wasn't easy for Damian to talk on. He knew none of what was going on in this living room was easy, but he didn't want to walk on out and ignore it. Misha, he would rather have himself the hard talk like this, touching and twined close, than let it fester 'neath skin scabbed over.] It ain't that I think you would rather. I know addiction's physical, and it ain't 'bout rathering. I'm saying if you ask me for what I can give, that numbing, then it comes with not feeling for me too. And, even if you say you don't reckon you feel less for me when you're using, I reckon that has to be the case. It don't mean you'd rather one than the other. I'm just sorry you can't have both, if that's what you need to be content.
[He would've been real content to just kiss the other boy 'til they both forgot everything. He'd been serious 'bout going and getting drunk. But he wasn't willing to do that 'til things felt okay 'tween them. Still, he sure did lean into the grip at his hips, and he didn't take that pale gaze off the boy as he sat back 'gainst his heels.] Oliver, I reckon, never did quit loving his daddy. He got too old, and the man didn't want him no more. I reckon that's why he acts like he does some. I ain't sure how it works psychologically, but I reckon that's what it is. [It was real clear that brung things back, not 'bout the aging, but 'bout the loving.] Jude's momma was sick and died when he was eight, but she left him music. He reckoned my momma had left me similar things, since I was ten when she died. [It was just rambling, and he was sucking on that hoodie string again as he spoke.]