Re: log: antique store - louis, misha, and damian
"You don't like being bossed," Misha insisted. Normally, he was real pliant with the other boy, but he could get ornery and stubborn himself. He couldn't make himself marble and weighty, but he could dig his dirty Converse in real well in that ancient stairwell. He wasn't thinking on what Louis could hear or sense inside, and he wasn't thinking on the fact that they might walk in on a man already affected by the words he'd heard outside his door. He was too focused on Damian's yelling, and he didn't think Damian was lying 'bout his eyes and the blackness. "You're freezing on account of not feeling well." He tapped his fingers 'gainst Damian's cheek in a reminder that he was touching the other boy's cold skin, and he wasn't stupid. "If it's the Suboxone, why's it affecting you now worse than before?" Misha, he wanted understanding, even on this narrow landing. "And next time you can't sleep, you wake my ass." That was an order, and it was issued as such.
That he was wavering on the heels of that comment 'bout how Damian was the one making this choice, it showed. Now, the standing on tiptoes and challenging him, that just made Misha smile. Could be it wasn't the time for smiling, but it was just so damn sweet, and he kissed the boy's forehead, even knowing it would likely make Damian glare real fierce. Even Damian's insistence 'bout his own ability to out-want Misha's wants, it wasn't 'nough to wipe the smile from Misha's lips, and that smile likely made him more willing to listen to Damian's offer of compromise. That, and the way Damian caught fingers with his own, the way his chin lifted 'fore the boy stepped close. Misha, he captured Damian's mouth in a kiss, even as the boy whispered 'gainst jaw that he was fearsome.
He was still smiling. "You're a damn menace." That was the sound of capitulation, but he stepped back some and tipped Damian's chin with two fingers, forcing the other boy to look at him. "We're finding that couch soon as we walk in there, and you're sitting your ass on it and not moving 'til we're done." With that said, Misha reached 'round Damian for the doorknob.