Re: [in-person: damian & misha]
[Damian listened to Misha speaking of Kentucky. It was as much of a fairy-tale to the man as Egypt was to many white Americans. He did not know of blue grass or hollers (which is the word he heard).] What is a holler? [He knew he was interrupting a reverie, but he did not feel particularly bad about it. When he thought of 'home,' he thought of the island, the caves, et cetera.] I wish for it to be nighttime, in the wet season. A few of the caves fill. They are cold, but it feels very nice. The sounds all echo. It is where I learned the phenomenon.
[The kiss was nice, and Damian did not wish for it to end. But, Misha was correct that the eggs would burn if they were not minded.—He came back to the island, perched, and waited for his boyfriend to taste the shakshuka. He watched the boy, without eating a bite yet himself. He cocked his head, patiently (and obviously) waiting. He smiled with pride inherent and he lifted his chin, quite pleased with himself.] Yes, [he agreed and he took a forkful for himself. And it was good. Damian did not hide being false modesty. He turned on the countertop to mirror how Misha sat, but he brought one leg up and put it under his chin.] Everyone is very upset, [he said finally, with much less pleasure.] I do not now if I ought regret involving them, but I think perhaps yes.