Re: [Cottage: Misha & Damian]
[To Damian's knowledge, Helena was utilizing some manner of transportation that did not require her to drive. But, again, it was not as if she had told him anything he did not badger her to, and even then, it was offered tangentially.—To be sure, however, the man too hoped his sister was being honest. He did not know if she was. That, and the diamond-brute pressure of Cat's expectations, of Leena's, everyone's, felt heavy on Damian's shoulders just then. He did not know if he had done the right thing and it bothered him, because the stakes were obviously high. And, unfortunately, he was not.—But, he did not wish to disappoint Misha either. He did not want to injure his feelings, and, as he was not high, he was acutely aware of these things as he considered the morphine with distress. Distractedly, Damian tore his eyes up and away to look at the boy.] It is not you. [He forced himself to swallow and clear his throat, to fight the crack that strained there.] It is not you, Misha. It is not—about your ability or inability. [Damian nearly sniffled. He rubbed his nose quickly.] You help. You will never believe me if I take it.