Re: log: antique store - louis, misha, and damian
Misha, course he'd known Damian could get himself pills, but he hoped the other boy didn't have any in his possession right at present. He didn't ask, on account of that seeming distrustful, and he just focused a few seconds on making himself less fussed 'bout the little bottle Louis had tossed. He had to think broader, it seemed, 'bout the things Louis was capable of doing or acquiring for a person, which was just more reason to help the man learn some level of control. And, Misha, he wasn't fussed with Louis, even if he was fussed 'bout the bottle. He knew Louis couldn't help himself any. He knew whatever was living inside Louis was responsible, and he hadn't quite figured what that was yet. It felt old, like a real old soulless thing living in the other man's skin.
And by the time he was done with all that thinking, his fingers a real steady touch to Damian's nape, Louis was back to acting flustered and nervous, insecure and uncertain, kind and selfless, and Misha gave the man a look when he promised it wouldn't happen again. "You can't promise that just yet, not with any meat behind it, but we'll work on making it so."
Misha, he wasn't real sure how to go 'bout what they were trying to do, but he had that real youthful confidence that believed it could do any damn thing it set its mind to. He considered some, and then he tapped Damian's chin. "You mind if he touches your hand?" he looked up at Louis. "Since you know we're going to try this, then let's see how long you can keep from doing something with that knowing, or if it don't make it any easier for you." And, real sure, he continued: "You can't do anything. That thing living in you, it's real old, but I'm Host. You can toss as many pill bottles are you're inclined to toss, and I'll stop it every time, so there ain't no worrying 'bout you hurting anyone here." He reckoned that would help, and there wouldn't be a bit of good done if Louis was too fussed to try.