Re: [Capital University: Misha & Damian]
Damian was closer now. As Misha said the words, he was there, and he looked at the boy, black lashes dripping mock tears down dark cheeks. He smiled at the admission, as that was what it was, but Misha's earnestness dipped into the murky waters of menacement (menaceness? menacingness?) and Damian lifted his chin. He slipped his foot under the shorts, and the angel asked him if he, Damian, was attempting to get him naked in this here pool. "No," he replied innocently. "But, I do not mind if it happens. I will consider it a bonus." He pulled his foot back to tread water. "You may wear my jeans," was his offer for the walk home. They would be slightly too short, perhaps, but that was not so terrible. Damian had not actually intended to wear the bats home. He was going to allow Misha to, as he did not know that donning them in public had been his desire, but, who cared? It was not as if the opinions of others mattered a singular whit.
As for the cannabis, Damian neither nodded nor shook his head when he was asked if he desired more. "Not especially." But, would he, if it were in front of him? Perhaps. He knew that made it concerning, so he did not carry the thought there aloud. He did shake his head in a spray of chlorine when Misha informed him that he did not need to apologize. "I am worried for you, since you will not be." So there. "It is selfish for me to do so, even if it is not for others." Have a good time, Damian meant. Because, it was not so simple for him, that much was true, and damningly so.
Floating, he could not precisely turn his head to look at Misha, so for a moment, the man simply peered upward at the ceiling of the space. "I felt badly and like a disappointment from the beginning, once I admitted to the cannabis, and each thing I said or attempted to discuss compounded this feeling." Damian ceased to float and swam to the wall, to bob there beside Misha. "I do not know. Events such as that—I do not think I do well around people."