Re: [Capital University: Misha & Damian]
"I reckon you wouldn't be as keen as you pretend 'bout me walking home wearing nothing but my skin," Misha said, and he reckoned it was true 'nough, though he wasn't real clear on where Damian's kinks stood when it came to something like that. His own kinks, he reckoned they'd cause some of the problems the night 'fore, but he didn't mention that immediate. "I reckon I can wear your jeans," Misha said, though they would be short on him. He wasn't concerned with how he looked any, not really.
The rest, it was a whole lot more complicated, and he realized Damian's answer 'bout the weed was real brief, and that there were likely things unsaid tangled on up in it, but asking after them might make Damian think on the Morphine, and he didn't want to do that any. He worried, too, 'bout what would've happened if it hadn't been weed, and he couldn't hold that thinking back. "If it'd been something other than weed, would you've said yes, do you reckon?" he asked, and his face showed he was worried 'bout the answer, even as he wiped chlorine water from his cheek some, where the spray had carried it. But, the last bit, that he had to disagree with. "It ain't selfish for you to go to parties, Dami," he said firm.
Damian, he swam on over, and Misha turned, shoulder to the pool's lip, and he tangled his feet with Damian's 'neath the water. "I know the comment 'bout Louis was bad, but I reckon I said something wrong 'fore that. I know you're saying you already felt bad, but I don't necessarily reckon that means you wouldn't have been fussed normal 'bout it, just could be you wouldn't have reacted so strong," he said, and he wasn't thinking none as he tugged on Damian's wet lower lip with his thumb. "I think you do real fine 'round people."