Re: [Cottage: Misha & Damian]
[Damian knew Misha disagreed. His eyes narrowed and held, his bottom lip pouted, but he had made a mess of everything else in such a short span of time, he was not certain he trusted himself to gingerly extract information. He shrugged with a mild surliness.] She said she was being driven, I assume to the Capital, to find somewhere that would take her. I gave her two hours' time. Then I told her I would contact her again and I informed her that if she did anything, she could not expect trust from me going forward. [Desperately, the man considered lying about the morphine, because he did want it. He did and not because Misha was not enough, but because he was a fucking addict. He thought about saying this. He blinked large eyes at that palm. In fact, he almost looked ready to cry. But, soon Damian forced his face to smoothness. He lifted his ass just enough to pull out the baggie from his back pocket. It contained white powder and five pills. With a sigh, the man passed it over into palm, then pulled both of his hands into his sleeves and leaned against Misha, not looking at the offending hand.] Get rid of it, then.