Re: log; misha and adrian
"I reckon he made his choice, deciding to take the fall. He could've said the truth, but he chose, and I reckon he has a right to that choice. You can be grateful, honey, but I reckon apologizing might not be needed," the glowing boy advised. Now, when he was himself, entirely and not glowing, he wouldn't see that as clear. Now, he did see clarity, and he didn't doubt it was truth. He didn't know Newt, but if he, Misha, sacrificed for someone, he'd want it to be helpful and taken advantage of as much as possible. "He did it so you'd be safe," he concluded, though he reckoned he was saying plenty obvious things now.
He watched as Adrian considered how much of the past was still affecting him, and he nodded his head, inclined his gaze real slow and real accepting. "Starting here, I reckon that's a good idea," he said. Misha, he realized this was real big, this change for this boy He met that duck of head and shy smile with a warm smile of his own. It was just 'bout time to leave this place, and he didn't want Adrian walking out with any bad feeling. So, yes, there was that warmth once the scene on the bed was gone, and Misha's grip was soothing, calm, like peace in the grip of fingertips.
On his feet, he tugged Adrian up. "There is hope, honey. There's always hope," he said, belief in the brightness of his pale blue eyes. And without any more hesitation, he blinked them back to the dock.
They were sitting, there, where they had been, and he looked over at Adrian and smiled 'fore standing. "You stay here a bit, spend some time with yourself. I reckon you got some acclimating to do, and that's better done in quiet. I'll be right inside if you need me." He squeezed Adrian's shoulder. "You're going to be just fine," he said, optimistic and needing his own time to recover from being outside his human body for so long.
He gave Adrian's shoulder one more squeeze, and then he turned and made his way down the wooden dock and toward the little white house.