Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
Everyone don't dislike you when they talk to you. [Misha, he knew that for sure and certain. More folks liked Damian than Damian ken'ed, which Misha knew from talking to folks 'bout the boy that was currently making him shudder with fingers 'gainst skin. And, Misha, he didn't add that they were different when it came to needing folks to like them some. For Misha, being disliked felt like failing. He reckoned it was the opposite some for Damian. Course, that didn't matter a lick when Damian kissed 'long veins 'neath pale skin. He was real sorry for the frowning.] I wasn't upset with you for not offering, but course you felt you needed to, or we wouldn't be having this talk. Not on account of you, personally, feeling you needed to offer, but on account of feeling like I wanted you to. [He nodded agreeable, and he reached one hand to play chords on the piano.] You're allowed to be suspicious. It's your home, Dami, and you didn't trust what he said. There ain't a thing wrong with that. Me being uncomfortable standing there, it don't make me right 'bout a thing. It just means I feel things different than you do, but I told you already that I reckon I don't feel things same as other folks.