Re: log: antique store - louis, misha, and damian
Misha liked the cold real well, and he felt fine that morning. He liked lounging 'round in bed for a long spell after waking, but he tended to wake early, and he enjoyed that lolling 'bout useless and in warm blankets. The boy, he felt fine, but he knew that wasn't the case for Damian. He didn't know 'bout the using of the Suboxone too much, both on account of lack of experience and lack of knowing how much Damian should be taking. He trusted the other boy to know what to do, which was likely real dumb, but Misha had a real hard time imagining deception in folks, 'specially in folks he cared for and who cared for him. But, even without knowing why, he comprehended that Damian felt real awful that morning, and that he'd been feeling real awful for days now. And, course, that just added to the worry that had been layered over Misha since they'd gotten to the Capital. It seemed to him that Damian was doing real bad away from Repose, and he was trying to suss out how to suggest they stay here, without it seeming like a real bad thing or some notion of failure.
He'd spent breakfast picking at his food, watching the other boy mostly and not asking 'bout pinpoint black just yet, on account of not wanting to get Damian worked up when he felt awful. Course, he thought the other boy looked real beautiful with his hair wild, but the circle under his eyes were dark, and Misha realized Damian hadn't been getting any sleep. Misha, he was a good sleeper, and he hadn't noticed. He drank his cocoa, having finished the sweet drink from the Capital 'fore they ever made it out of the city proper, and he just toyed with his toast.
Misha, he looked fine. He was warm in his layers, even without a jacket, and even with the cold clinging late to Spring.
They arrived at the antique store, and Misha was still working on finding words as Damian tried the door, the words 'bout Titus echoing in the cool air. And, Misha, he reached out a hand to stop the other boy. He tugged light on hoodie sleeve as Damian walked inside, and he tugged the other boy out again, letting the door close 'fore he talked. "You go sit with Titus. I'll stay here a bit, and then I'll call and you can come fetch me. Ain't nothing bad going to happen to me here, and you look like this ain't a good place for you to be just now." He touched the other boy's cheeks, cupped it with pale and long fingers, and then he kissed Damian's temple and nudged him toward the stairs they'd taken on upstairs. "Go on. You could take a nap," he suggested, a brief brush of thumb 'neath one of Damian's eyes. And there was guilt in the pale boy's face. He should've noticed how bad things had gotten, but he'd maybe been too caught up in the Capital. Willful blindness, which was a real selfish thing, and he kissed Damian once, drawing him back real quick, 'fore letting him go again. "We can stay here a spell, in town." He didn't go so far as lying and saying he missed it here, but he did look earnest as could be 'bout wanting to stay, on account of it being real important to him that the other boy agree.