Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha, he nudged more deliberately. Damian, he wasn't fragile of body, and Misha wasn't real worried 'bout nudging at him. He almost told the boy to quit resisting, but he couldn't find his voice just yet, so he nudged. He nudged, and he tugged Damian's hand down from nose. They were going to wrap that, he decided, without saying it aloud any yet. He stepped away, grabbing the first aid kit he kept 'round for when Damian got hurt nights, and he tossed it onto the bed. Then, he walked past the boy and his obstinacy, and he pulled out a thermal shirt and some pajama pants, and he tossed them on the bed too.
He pointed, which was childish some, and he knew it was childish some, but he was feeling angrier the more and more he could feel the boy in the space with him. Fear, it was took over by the fact that Damian had chosen this damn thing. He walked past Damian then, and he took the boy's uninjured hand, and he tugged again. This time, he sat himself down on the edge of the bed, reckoning Damian would allow that hand to be tended easier that way.]