Re: [in-person: damian & misha]
I know it don't make a lick of sense, but sometimes I just want to be back in Kentucky. I reckon I want it to be real early morning in Spring, when there's still some bite to the air, and I want to be out in the field past my house on the hollow. [Which, like every good Kentuckian, the boy pronounced as 'holler.'] The grasses there were so damn blue and so damn tall that I could sit and hide in 'em while they sang and swayed. [It was real obvious he was lost in the thinking as he talked, nosing Damian's cheekbone and temple as he held the smaller boy plenty close.
Misha, he kissed slow, but it wasn't lacking heat any. He could feel the frenetic in the other boy, and he wanted to feed it real bad, but there would be time. He was counting on no one having ailing that needed minding for a few hours at least, and could be that was just wishful thinking. But there was time for eating, and he watched Damian go back to moving 'round and collecting skillet and utensils. He didn't know 'bout old pans and how much they were worth, and he took up his fork real eager and took a bite as Damian commanded him to like the food.
Now, Misha's palate, it wasn't real refined, and he'd grown up on Southern foods that weren't real bountiful when it came to spices. His first bite left him smacking his lips together some thoughtfully, and his second bite was wide eyes some and licked lips. By the third, he was scraping through the pan with his fork, plucking up pieces of tomato and egg deliberate and piling them on the fork 'fore putting too much food in his mouth.] This is real good. [Which he said with his mouth mostly full, and he sucked his fork clean once he was done chewing.]