Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha's fingers pressed 'gainst lips, like he reckoned he might be better understood with the added pressure of something tangible like touching.] It ain't that I want to be possessive or know what you're doing, but I reckon we should tell each other if we get up to things that are dangerous, ain't that so? Even if we go and do it anyway, at least the other knows help might be called for. [He didn't want Damian thinking himself stupid. After all, walking into that basement at Claire's hadn't been brightness and self-preservation neither. And there wasn't a thing unforgivable 'bout what Damian had done in regards to the woman. Feelings were what they were, and Misha's perception wasn't a flawless thing.] If we find a way to kill her and send her wherever dead gods go, then you can. We just got a find a way to be stronger than her.
[He was quiet as Damian had that outburst 'bout resentment, but his fingers didn't still on that swoosh of dark hair, and then Damian looked embarrassed and like tears might come anew. Misha, he shook his head 'gainst the pillow as he looked at the boy.] I don't resent you. Damian, I woke up and couldn't feel you nowhere. It was like you didn't exist any, and I reckoned you'd died. And then I knew you weren't dead, but I couldn't find you, and it was like damned folks, and I don't know what the Hell I'd do if you got damned. I know you don't put no stock in Heaven or Hell, but what if I can't touch you or be with you? I ain't human, and I ain't even meant to be able to have you at all. I don't want it so I can't touch your skin or be near you, that would be good as dying for me.
[The question 'bout loving came unexpected, but Misha answered it real clear eyed.] I ain't going to stop loving you on account of us encountering troubles. I reckon that's growing, ain't it? Encountering troubles. [He sniffled.] Course, I'd rather troubles weren't real enormous, but we can't always have our druthers. [He gave the boy a real fond smile.] אני אוהב אותך.
[He dragged his fingers real light cross Damian's brow, and he looked at the boy with worry and fondness mingled up. His touch was a press of glowing fingers and soothing that wouldn't do a bit of harm.] But you sleep now, and we'll talk come morning when your head's clear. [He pressed a kiss to Damian's forehead, and to encourage sleeping in the boy he closed his own eyes and let pale lashes fan 'gainst cheeks. Things would be better in the morning, he promised himself. Things would be real better in the morning.]