Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[A squint.] I see, [he said of Daniel's reasons. He did not agree with all of them, but he understood them, he thought.] What did you say? [And I did say displays of dismissiveness, not dismissiveness. Damian had several displays of impatience and annoyance as well, and they all overlapped. On occasion, it had also happened that this displays were put up as a façade, to obscure the truth of what he felt. Misha was very likely well-acquainted with that aspect of the man on the bench, even if he had not done so since the beginnings of their relationship, at least with regularity.
Either way, for all the progress he had made, Damian felt stupid and small this night. And he was not even weeping on a rooftop. He wondered what was wrong with him and considered it was all perhaps due to lack of morphine.—The man tipped his head forward to allow Misha to touch his hair.] Yes, [he admitted. He did fret over such, though he knew he ought not.] You fret over what I think about you, as well. But this does not make you jealous.