Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
But, I do not wish for you to feel as if you must deny a part of yourself. When you do not do what you feel is right, it sits with you. [Damian scrubbed at his face again in an expression of irritation he did not even recognize. He was beginning to feel as if he should get up and move, but he did not allow himself to do so.] I do not know, [he finally admitted. And this was an admission, because Damian did not enjoy confessing to such. Ever.
Even if he was growing as petulant as a sleepy child, he did not wish to be spared. They did need to manage the conversation. And he wished to help Misha understand, though it was as of yet far from successful. He felt a notch of guilt (strange) for asking the angel about his abilities when that expression fell on pale face.] Forget it, [he said.] I know you will not. I was only thinking you might understand better, if you could. But, it does not matter. [He took a deep breath.] I know you are saying it is not about rathering. I am saying that it is. You wish I could have both, together, and I am telling you, I do not. I do not wish for that.
[Confused and, fine, somewhat pouty, Damian was happy to crawl closer. Misha was upon his heels, so he did not clamber into the boy's lap, but he leaned against him heavily, his knees still on the cushion, but with his body wedged between boy and the back of the sofa.] You are avoiding the topic, or is this truly what you wish?