Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
Misha, he'd been to plenty of therapy sessions, but none of them were 'bout needing to control things, and it was something he didn't recognize in Damian just yet. He knew the other boy reckoned he was meant to lead, and he knew Damian got himself all flustered when he thought he couldn't lead how he was meant to, but Misha didn't know to follow that train on back to needing to control surroundings. Could be it should've been evident, but Misha wasn't real skilled in sussing things out blind, and he was working blind as could be at present. All he knew, and he knew this for certain, was that Damian was more fussed now than when he, Misha, had walked on in.
He watched as tears dried, and Damian sniffed, and Misha breathed nice and deep. He might not be good at reading the cause of things, but he knew Damian needed him to be okay just now, and that was something he, Misha, should've realized earlier. But, course, he'd been drowning in the undertow of his own feelings, and he was dragging himself to shore now and keeping himself real calm and real fine. He thought Sadie coming would soothe Damian, but it didn't, so he left the topic. He, himself, was glad Sadie was coming, but those reasons were selfish. "I'll find someone letting me work. There's places here, and I have identification," Misha said. "I want to find something to do with my time. Just sitting in a motel room ain't good. Being out, doing something purposeful, it makes the time go quicker." He did take the card, though, and he tucked it into his back pocket. "You know I don't mind taking your money any. I just want to be busy is all."
That expression, the one that was near an eyeroll, it was a good thing, least to Misha's thinking. It was normalcy some. "You were in the hospital and doing real awful, Damian. I was spending most of my time in the waiting room, and I only got to say bye for two seconds. There wasn't time for asking, and I wasn't going to go to the manor. That ain't my place, and those ain't my folks," he said, hoping Damian would understand. "I didn't want to go back there," he added, on account of wanting to be honest wherever possible, and then he sat back and let his hands fall into his lap. "Won't you say how you been? I missed you a whole lot, and I give you my word I'm doing just fine."