Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
Misha, he reckoned he was doing real well, all things considered. He looked tired and rumpled, but he wasn't injured in any way, save his fingers, but his fingers looked wrecked on a real regular basis. He hadn't realized Damian would have himself a bad reaction, or he would've found someplace to clean up 'fore coming inside from the trip out. But, and even without his powers, it was plenty easy to tell Damian took seeing him, Misha, real bad. It caused Misha to look down at himself, concerned, on account of not thinking he looked awful, and he looked back up as Damian asked where he'd been staying.
Course, he didn't get a chance to answer 'fore Damian was saying the manor was good for staying at, and all Misha could do was move forward and try to keep the other boy sitting. That all came to nothing, though, and Damian pushed palms to chest.
Misha, in that moment, he forgot 'bout being watched, and he just pulled Damian to him. If hugging was breaking laws here, then he reckoned he was 'bout to get himself tossed out, but he wrapped his arms 'round the other boy and held onto him, if Damian allowed it without fussing. "Hush. I got myself a bed at a hostel near the hospital, but I gave it up today, and I'll get myself something out nearer here. I don't want to stay at your manor any, not without you. Even with you, you know I hate them big houses. They feel dead, and it's more distracting to hear all the folks in the hostel. They're loud and up all hours, and I don't reckon it'd be good for my head to be alone just now." He tipped Damian's chin, and he tried to get a good look at the other boy's face. "I been busking and going to mass, and you can't expect me to be sleeping like a baby without seeing you and worrying over you," he said, real calm. It was a whole lot easier to be calm standing here, in front of Damian, just as it was real hard to be calm away from this boy.
"I wanted to make my own way. I always done that. Now, quit your fussing. I'm fine. I ain't done one stupid thing, and the worst you can say is my clothes look mussed." He didn't want to put space 'tween himself and the boy, but he glanced on over at the chair Damian had vacated. "Sit on back down for me?"