Re: [In person: Damian & Misha]
[Misha, he listened, he did, and he knew it wasn't fair to react or judge how the boy on the bed was being. He knew, logical-like, that Damian hadn't done this in order to feel like he couldn't be reached. That was just something that came with it and, logical, Misha, he understood that real clear. Logical, but it wasn't something he could use to wash away how he was feeling just then, and Damian walking on his knees to the edge of the bed just served as a reminder of how not-present he would be once he got close. Too, he could tell Damian didn't feel like he did, that he didn't feel lonely or like anything was missing 'tween them, and that stung 'neath breastbone when it shouldn't. Worry, though, that did come on through when Damian made the comment 'bout regular, and Misha took the offered fingers to tug on them once.] Should we get you somewhere? Is it dangerous, how much you took? [Misha, he still didn't know a thing 'bout what amount was dangerous or what was too much, but he did shake his head 'bout wiping it. He sniffled.] No. You done this, on account of this is what you wanted. I ain't wiping it just because it don't suit me. [He glanced toward the bed.] Can we sleep? Or is sleeping dangerous? I ain't sure what's dangerous.