Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
There were no real laws in this place. It was so private and 'exclusive,' the focus of it a tailored experience, generally speaking, for professionals who sought to continue their work, and Damian was paying a premium for it, that Misha could do much of what he desired, within (obvious) reason. The embrace did not earn a reprimand of any kind, nor a reaction. They were not unobserved, but no one was immediately present, and there was nothing wrong with affectionate contact. It helped those seeking to overcome their addictions, if nothing else.—So, no one was tossed out as Misha's arms encircled Damian, and Damian hugged the boy back with a pathetic sniffle. He tucked his nose to neck and pressed his face to warm, pale skin, his fingers flexing on that too-loose plaid on Misha's shoulders.
Misha explained where he was staying and how he disliked houses of any noteworthy size, and that it was good to not be alone. Damian did not desire to look up when fingers found his chin, but he did not resist. Red rimmed glass-green eyes, but Damian's gaze was as straightforward and undiluted as it always was. "I do not expect you to sleep like an baby—" He could not explain it, and this feeling was more and more common. It felt as if he knew he had a message, he knew he had some point, but it took translation into several languages he did not know to begin to approximate it and that always felt daunting. It felt too, like if he did not get his message correct on the first try, there was no fixing it, because people would have reactions of a sort that derailed then the entire conversation, if he did not do it correctly. This made it difficult to communicate at all. He shook his head.
Invited to sit once more, Damian did as much, sinking back into the chair and lifting his feet immediately, so he might tuck knees to chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs. "How did you even get here?" Obviously, he could not stop his worrying or his fussing just because he was bid to do so. "I feel like I cannot be here." He pressed his face to his knees and his voice was muffled. "I cannot be gone so long, or I will come back to cinders."