Re: [Capital Apt: Misha & Damian]
[Misha, he didn't never like it when Damian was restrained. It felt distant to him, and he had himself plenty of troubles with distance and what he perceived it to mean. He'd reckoned that being near and coming back together, that explaining in person, would make things okay, but he understood now that it wasn't going to work easy like that. Damian, he took a drag from the cigarette, and he looked down, and he did that thing he did when he was closed down and not wanting to talk 'bout a thing.
Normally, Misha would push at it, break it on open and get it out where they would talk past it, but this was him aching 'bout his past, and he wasn't up to being the one who made it better. So, this time, he just left it. Damian said okay and he understood, and Misha just nodded.] Okay. [He wasn't going to try to be intimate any, not when Damian had told him no, and talking 'bout it didn't seem to be an option, and he was stuck some and not knowing what to do.] I reckon I best wash up. [On account of that was the best thing he could come up with at the moment.] It was a long day, and I reckon I'm tired some.