Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
Oh, please. [It was a phrase Damian had not used much before, if at all, but he felt it encompassed the correct emotion.—The man looked up from pallid wrist, yes, and he did frown. In all likelihood, it would not stick long. Damian huffed, because he was not agreeable. Misha was saying what he said was not true.] I know what I felt. It was not even about the offering. It was about feeling like a disappointment to you, or not good enough, as I was behaving inappropriately. [He tutted again and laid his cheek to splayed wrist, rubbed there, holding Misha's hand between his knees.] I would not ask you to not behave how you see fit, nor to feel things in one way or the other. But, what does that mean we are to do?