Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha wanted to just melt into that lean. He wanted real badly to wrap his arms 'round the boy and hold him tight and, young as the desire was, he wanted real badly to just pretend none of this was happening. He wanted to cling, but he knew this wasn't the time for it, and the hurting inside helped keep him grounded, and the fear still brimming kept him steadfast.
He stepped back just a smidge as Damian fetched his shoes up, and Misha shook his head when Damian asked 'bout the basement real brief. Misha, he couldn't go explaining or thinking on that just now. He needed to focus, and he needed to get Damian home and safe. He touched his fingers to Damian's chest, wishing he could feel the other boy there with him, and getting himself all wound up in his concern that he might try to take Damian home, only to find he'd left him standing behind. It was worrisome 'nough that it made him curse in real hard Hebrew, and he just pulled his phone out of his pocket at the last second and called for a damn Uber.] We'll be headed out in a minute. You just lean 'gainst me, and it'll all be right as raining.