Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
Everyone dislikes me when they talk to me. [A shrug. It was true. Damian was not bothered by this, particularly. As he had told Nelson, he had not been made to be liked, and the opinions of others, by and large, were inferior and therefore, not worth listening to.—A small smile twitched at the corners of the man's lips when Misha shuddered. He turned the boy's arm over, so he could see through papyrus-pale skin blue veins gathered at wrist like rivers coming to sea. He kissed there, then looked back to Misha. He frowned. He did not know where the communication had kinked and frayed.] No, I took it to mean you were upset with me. I did not feel I had to offer. Why would I? [A headshake.] No. I was not concerned about him. You may offer. I only feel as if I must alter my behavior, in this instance, to be more hospitable. But, I was not suspicious, unfoundedly. [Is that a word? It does not matter.]