Damian W
[He didn't wake with a start. Misha, he was real accustomed to other folks in his head while he slept. It was hard to keep them out sometimes in waking, but it was real awful in dreaming. He woke real slow, and with all the memories playing over on top of each other in his mind. He had a real nice dog named Rosie, and he was sick in a sink, and he wanted to dance ballet, and he was a sacrifice, and they all overlapped real heavy 'til the boy woke with pale eyes blinking slow. Damian, he was over there painting, fingers all covered in real thick black, and the world, it got itself real loud.
And, Misha, he done something he'd never done 'fore this. He blinked himself up, deliberate. Up, and he was back 'fore any time had passed, least for the world being flooded by Corinthian's demise. He stood, wordless, kissed Damian's hair, and then he was gone, and 'fore the other boy had a thing to say 'bout it. He couldn't stay any.]
[Later: Audible to Damian W] I need a favor, Dami.