Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[The explanation about charges was informative. It was not anything that Damian did not know, but it was helpful to hear it said plainly. It was unfortunate that it left Misha sounding frayed, however. The man attempted to puzzle out the best course of action. No amount of strategy training in the world prepared one for these choices.] Then, what do you want to do?
[Damian was prone to shoving things down hard until his soul was packed tight with past sins. He did this reflexively, even without knowing it. But, that said, he was not afraid to speak bluntly and he was not afraid of difficult conversations. It was only that they were difficult, and even he was not immune to that mire.] I do not feel as if I feel less for you, [he said, only somewhat surly. He knuckled his eye, much like a child before despised nap.] It is not as if it is gone. It is only that everything quiets. When you feel, can you feel thoughts and emotions others are having? [A frown.] I would rather you, Misha. I would rather have you. I do not want to want it. [He gave up trying to clarify, because he was talking himself in circles.
After the kiss, the man let his head tip against the back of the sofa and his shoulder, and he watched Misha sit back upon his heels. The angel had never fully said what had happened to Oliver, but he had assumed it was more or less similar to Misha's own upbringing, especially in terms of sexual abuse, given the strange boy's reactions, et cetera. But, it was confirmed now. Damian's expression did not change, as knowing did not change much.] So when you speak to both of them, you are then faced with your own reality and past. Your foster father and your mother, the conflicted feelings. [Damian touched Misha's knees idly.] Do you miss your foster father?