Re: [Capital: Misha & Damian]
[Misha, he wasn't blind any or immune to the way Damian looked at him, and he turned his hand 'neath the water when Damian lifted his knee to brush at dipped fingers. He was going to say no, to explain why he really wasn't strong 'nough just at present to resist being close, but it was the hope in Damian's voice that kept Misha quiet and thoughtful. Crouched there, he reached his wet hand up to touch Damian's cheek, where tears had crusted salty and dried 'gainst dark skin. He rubbed knuckles there, 'long cheekbone and with his upper body stretched over the tub. In the end, he was weak as anything, and he climbed into the tub and behind Damian's shoulders and back, latex and all. Water sloshed, and he tugged Damian 'tween thighs and 'gainst belly and chest, if he could. He cupped water in his palm, warm and clear, and he let it drip over Damian's bare shoulder, and then he repeated the gesture 'long Damian's other side. He ducked his head and nosed 'gainst Damian's nape, and he draped one knee over the edge of the tub, toes dripping water onto tiles.]