Re: [Capital University: Misha & Damian]
"I will call you beautiful otherwise. I will call you a beautiful fool." Damian smiled, unknowing this phrase already existed in some capacity. He was pleased by Misha's coquet's smile. He was not ignorant to the fact that the boy had come to the pool fretful and fussed. That he was, if nothing else, distracted from this felt as a stroke in Damian's favor. "I believe you will keep me from being bored," was his agreement there. It was not fair to put the weight of such a burden upon Misha, and it was not done wholly or truly, but it was done in part. Misha generally did keep Damian from boredom. The man watched chin lift from water with some wonder, as it was very pretty, but he realized he was getting distracted with expediency.
Damian focused. "There are different highs. What the opioids offer is not what the cannabis offers. The morphine makes things feel as if they are okay and as if nothing is important or worrisome or bad. It is specific." It was like, in a way, Misha's soothing, but Damian did not say this. He shrugged and created a wave, an undulation of water. "But, I am advised to avoid all altered states, it is true. Perhaps if you have one addiction, it is easy to acquire another. Cannabis does not create a physical dependency, however." All of these words operated at cross purposes and the man understood this, but it was true also that he was confused. He did not wish to be in trouble. He did not wish to cause Misha more worry. He did, perhaps, enjoy an altered state more than he ought. But, he did not think he should be concerned about the cannabis, except that it upset Misha. So it was all very disorderly in his mind.
Misha's offer, when it came, did not assist in these matters as it alarmed him greatly. Too, he was offended by it. He ignored the fingers that lit to his lips and spoke regardless. But, even the calm he projected turned into open confusion when Misha said that he, Damian, would tire of the fussing and leave. "We do not fight all the time. And I am not going anywhere. This is what has you fussed? It is not so. I love you and we are fated and disagreements are not going to turn me away." He felt these things deeply and certainly, stubbornly, even, and he expressed them thusly.—As for the nonsense with Louis, Damian did attempt to listen. Chlorine was painted across his lower lip and he blinked at Misha. "At him imagining me? Or at him imagining me, but not having me, no matter what he desires? Why would this be different, then, than Oliver?"