Re: [Capital University: Misha & Damian]
"Well, I can only watch one or the other." Dick or ass. "And I have made my choice. But, you are welcome." If Damian had thought Misha was still actively fretful and afraid of being locked up, he would not have joked about it, so it was good his assumptions were correct. Just as he assumed the angel knew and accepted now that he was, indeed, an angel, et cetera. "I would break you out," he agreed without having to think upon it at all.
Misha did not react to the confession about his usage and temptation depending upon what was present, along with his knowledge that Catalone was not a dangerous contact for him to have. They spoke in the rehabilitation facility about needed to eradicate avenues one had to the drug, and, that, to do this, sometimes one had to seek out new friends and groups, as even the affiliation with them would lead back to temptation. Damian took this seriously, but Catalone was not such an affiliation, was what he was attempting to say to Misha.—"No, I do not care," he said of having to wait to attend events with Misha. "I would prefer your presence. I was bored without you, in any case." This was true.
He smiled, pleased by the laughter when it came, then he let himself be tangled up with and held closely. Damian was still attempting to focus, however, so, he did not take the thumb between his lips, in spite of his desire to do so. "Oh, about the incurring jealousy and how it was not done out of cruelty, but a desire for reassurance or some such?" Misha's hand came to his chin and Damian blinked. "Then what is it?"