Re: log: antique store - louis, misha, and damian
Misha, he didn't blame Louis for a thing. Louis, he was a good man. His heart, it was right, and that was really the only thing that mattered any for Misha. He didn't think Louis weak, not on account of not being able to resist this thing. If he, a real non-human angel, hadn't been able to resist Corinthian, then how could Louis be expected to resist something this old and this strong? It worried him, and Misha was worried for Louis, but he wasn't fussed or irritated. He liked the nervous man with the blond curls, even if he felt real awful himself just at the present.
Damian offered to stay, and Misha shook his head. "We ain't going to do any good here," he said, and he knew that down to his belly. They weren't helping here, and staying longer might could just make it worse. Misha, he didn't see how staying just now would help, so he tugged some when Damian squeezed his fingers.
He pulled the other boy toward the door, and he just called out to Louis in the bathroom. "Thanks for having us, Louis." That was what he called, real polite, and he opened the door for Damian. "I reckon I just want to lie down. We can stay at your daddy's tonight?" That was suggestion. "You could see him and your kin." And, truth was, Misha did just want to burrow 'neath blankets a spell.
He let the door close real quiet, and without even a hint of wings rustling.