Re: log: antique store - louis, misha, and damian
"No, I am not." A declaration for king and country. He was not saying no only as he did not like being bossed. He was saying no because he was not going to go, because he did not want go. He would not be made to leave. This was the part where he dug his heels in, and he did not budge before the gentle curve of palm on his cheek, though he did, perhaps somewhat, lean into it. He glared at Misha even still, the glower growing darker and stormier with each word. (Though, it ought be noted, he never did pull away. It did not occur to him to, because he did not want to.) Loudly, he made another proclamation. "This is the Suboxone!" He pointed at his own face with one sleeve-hidden hand. His eyes, he meant his eyes. He did not say it as if Misha was stupid for not knowing, he only said it like he wished to be believed, because he did. He was not lying. "I am freezing because it is cold." He countered the arguments one-by-one, as if he could keep his place with logic. "It is not selfish of you, because I am making the choice. If you were, it would be, but you are not."
Again, at the suggestion of seeing Titus and reconvening, he gave just a, "No." He shook his head against hand. He stood on his tip toes. "You will not." He would not be outdone by Misha on this count. "I will want to stay and I will want to help, and no desire of yours for me to be in bed will touch it. I do not feel well, fine, but I am here and I am going to help." He struggled a moment, falling back to his heels. He stared at Misha. "If I wish to not be there, you will know. He will feel it. I will go then." He attempted compromise. He caught the fingers on his cheek with his own and pressed palm to skin flat. "Or, if I am overwhelmed, I will say so to you. I will allow you to blink me home. I am Damian Wainright." Obviously, he said this with pride and sternness and a strong kick to his own internal mess. "I will not be sent home for a stomach ache." The man lifted his chin higher, if it was possible, and stepped close enough to lean his chest against Misha's. He kissed lips as best he could, or jaw. His voice touched dry when he whispered against skin pale. "I am very fearsome."