Re: [In-person: Damian & Misha]
Could be it was silly to feel giddy just from Damian saying he could stay there a real long spell, but it did make Misha feel giddy. It made him hope, and real hard, that he hadn't ruined everything by the things he'd done to this boy, and he had to fight real hard to keep himself from pouring apologies past his lips and onto Damian again. He wanted to, truth be told, but this moment wasn't 'bout that, and he didn't want to sully it with things he'd done wrong that had surfaced tarnished that day.
'Stead, he focused on Damian and that ring. He watched as the old gold slid onto dark finger, and he pressed it to the base of said finger and held it there. He leaned forward some, cocked his head some, so he could watch Damian's face. Capturing memory, it was something newly learned, and Misha was 'fraid at least a little some that he got it wrong. But Damian's expression said he hadn't got it wrong at all, and he was smiling by the time Damian twisted in his lap.
Arms settled 'round Damian's waist, hands resting 'gainst ass, and he kissed Damian back real eager, parted lips and lick of tongue that was possessive as could be, and then he drew back some and tipped Damian's chin with thumb and forefinger. "That mean you like it?"