Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha considered. He considered slow and with eyes that blinked much too sluggishly to indicate any dawning of sobriety. He was trying to fix on tiny things, on things he might could forget to create out of thin air, but it was real hard to do that when you were the one conjuring a person.] I know you well as my own face in the mirror, as the lines on my hands. I know your voice with my eyes closed, and I know how every bit of you moves. I could make you in my head. [His voice was soft, cracked, but he sounded plenty sure of that.
And there wasn't no shame in moving toward someone who wasn't real, and Misha needed this boy bad 'nough that he'd take created scraps if that was all that was there for the taking. Slow, he moved and crawled forward, and he reckoned could be it was better some if this wasn't real. He didn't need worry 'bout what Damian would think 'bout being touched by him and, if his conjured version of Damian allowed it, he sat beside him. Arm to shoulder, outer thigh to outer thigh, and he reached for one of Damian's hands and took dark fingers with his own spitty ones.] I reckoned you would. I'm sorry. I should've thought how it would affect you. I didn't reckon doctor pills would be the same.