Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[The soothing did soothe, it did comfort, and Damian tipped his head toward the touch as he always did. He was pleased by the kiss, although knowledge of it seemed to slip from his mind as he stood, as if it was tethered low by gravity. With Misha standing beside him, Damian kissed the boy's cheek and leaned bodily against the boy. He pulled away after a moment when he saw his shoes, left behind on the cracked pavement. He lifted them to encircle the back of his neck, then turned back toward Misha in time to feel the touch of cool fingers to his lip. A frown appeared, a fissure, at the mention of Claire and a basement.] What? [Damian laughed to himself for reasons unknown. His paranoia and anxiety about the presence of others metamorphosed and collapsed on itself. At this rate he would be crying upon himself once more in a matter of minutes.]