Re: [Capital University: Misha & Damian]
"All you'd reckon needed watching is my ass?" Misha asked, and he looked entertained some at that prospect. "Thank you for keeping my ass from being arrested, in and out of jeans." It likely showed some bettering, the fact that Misha didn't immediately fear arrest when thinking 'bout walking home naked. This wasn't a year and change earlier, and he didn't reckon he was delusional 'bout all things now, and he didn't fear getting locked away. "You'd break me out if I did get arrested," was what he said when Damian smiled, and he said it with his own little grin.
Course, the talking 'bout drugs was worrisome, and Misha's smile faded and left a much more serious expression in its wake on youthful features. He knew Damian was being honest, and honest was real good, but none of it made Misha's worry fade. Damian's last bit of talking, Misha did reckon that sounded like a good idea, and he looked relieved and plenty evidently. "Okay. You don't reckon you'll get upset or feel like you need minding?" he asked, on account of he didn't want that. He wanted Damian feeling trusted, but he just wanted everything to be good too, and could be that was plenty childish thinking.
Misha laughed and kicked, and he tickled the boy's feet back, if he could, and then he tangled them up again, if he could manage it. "That comment," he said, agreeing 'bout Louis. "But you were fussed with me 'fore that," he said plain. "I don't know why," added, watching as Damian kissed his thumb. He wanted, did Misha, to push his thumb into Damian's mouth, and he wanted it real awful, but he didn't do it none. "Do you recall? Or do you want to talk 'bout the thing with Louis? It ain't that I'm not possessive of you. You got to know that," he said imploringly, hand slipping down over Damian's chin and into the water.