Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
I just want to get you home safe. [It was true, even if it didn't address sadness or sniffle. With Damian's palm bloody 'gainst the back of Misha's hand, all Misha was thinking on was that he wanted to get Damian somewhere safe, and he wanted to know if this could be reversed. Sitting there, and having spent a whole damn lifetime drowning in madness and mad folks, Misha knew that crazy looked like, and it looked a whole lot like this. Folks, they assumed mad was always loud and without control, but that wasn't always true. It was the quiet ones Misha always felt for most, the ones that slipped in and out lucidity like waves crashing silent on a shore, and Misha ran careful fingers behind the shell of one of Damian's ears, soothing some.
And when that kiss came, Misha, he met that kiss soft, and he watched as Damian stood. He was slow to rise himself, but he didn't resist Damian's hand to elbow any.] I went to clean that basement with Claire, and it was real tiring is all. [Which wasn't a lie, and Misha touched his fingers to Damian's bit lip.] I ain't got a clue who else is 'round, but it don't matter any. Can I take you back to the cottage?