Re: [Cottage: Misha & Damian]
[There was nowhere for Leena to go in Repose, or so was Damian's understanding. After all, he did not know who would willingly go to the Quiet Home, and there was no way Leena would want to be 'seen' so close to home, regardless. Hence, she was going to find a hospital, or some such, for herself in the Capital. That was as much as he had inferred, of course, since she had not told him much of anything outright. Damian did not need his phone or any other outside source to tell him how much time there was left.] One hour and forty-two minutes. [He said nothing after this, growing quiet until he told Misha to dispose of the morphine, so that, at least, it would be out of his reach. Out of both their reaches. But, then, when he glanced over, expecting to see an empty hand, he frowned at the sight of the morphine. He reached toward it with greed, but once his fingers his plastic, he stopped. He curled his fingers to his own palm.] No. [He shook his head.] It will—[He grimaced, looking at the drug.]—You will feel poorly about it. [Damian shook his head. He withdrew himself as much as was possible, given the lack of space, from the offer, physically.]