Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
He resents me for what I did. For knowing things 'bout him he didn't choose to tell me. For the things I can do, and on account of he can't feed on me. [Misha, he wasn't aware of Damian's dismissiveness, so there couldn't be any real injury coming with it. Instead, he straddled the bench with flimy white that rucked up some past cream socks, and he looked at the boy glowering at him and moving to rest chin 'gainst knees.] I ain't sure it's rooted in insecurity. I reckon it could be rooted in possession some, or just in hurting, but there ain't a thing wrong if it is 'bout being insecure. [Misha's smile, it was real soft, and his fingers touched the messy swoop of hair the pushed-back hoodie had left in its wake on Damian's head.] You ain't got a thing to be insecure 'bout, but you do fret over what I think 'bout you. Could be that feeds it some.