Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
Misha, he was accustomed to mental hospital where folks didn't have a whole lot of say in nothing that happened to them. But, even his worries were overcome by the need to put his arms 'round this boy, and he was real reluctant to let Damian go after. He was worried by them red eyes, and he hadn't meant to bring worry through the door with him. Damian he talked 'bout how he hadn't expected him, Misha, to sleep like a baby, but he trailed off there, and Misha kept quiet so the boy would maybe finish his thought in his own time.
But, then the sitting came, and Damian wrapped himself up like a thing attempting to look small, and he asked questions, and Misha answered 'fore circling back. "I took a bus here. I busked and made 'nough for the fare," he said and proud some. He hadn't been able to earn money on his own in a real long spell, and there was some pleasure to it. He raised string-calloused fingers, proving his words, and then he lowered his hands as Damian took to being concerned again.
Misha, he pulled over a chair for himself, and he sat and dragged the chair closer with a scratch of legs on the ground 'round the pool. He moved that chair 'til his knees were right up close to Damian, and he talked quiet. "Ain't nothing bad going to happen. There's a motel nearby I can get a room at, and there'll be work, and I'll come visit when I can, and then it'll be time to be home. Leena, she's fine at the manor. Your butler's looking after her, and she's having Sadie come stay." He reached out, and he touched the back of one of Damian's hands. "What did you mean 'fore, 'bout not expecting me to sleep like a baby? It's a saying is all. I just meant I was tired some, but it ain't awful."