Re: [Madrasa Bou Inania.]
[Damian felt responsible for Misha's well-being as well. He was, perhaps, less equipped for this task, however, than a guardian angel—even than any other normally-socialized human. Damian rigged comfort and support as best he could, but he knew he was failing Misha. One of many people he was disappointing, of course, but the one that hurt the most. This did not mean, however, that Damian was blind to how quick the boy was to forget his own issues in favor of the man's, and even when he tried to acknowledge this, Misha ended up saying it made him feel better to help him, Damian, and then it all became confusing, and Damian did not know what was true or better or... anything.
Confused, he clung to Misha. He tipped his chin upward, head back, to look at the angel against the litany of apology.] Why are you sorry? [He touched those chapped lips with fingertips lightly, then dropped his hand to loop it back around the boy.] Please, for once, do not be sorry. For once, do not focus on me. [After all, the man was not ignorant either of the weight of the relationship and how it fell.]