Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
Misha always attributed the Morphine use to not wanting to feel, and he didn't see the larger picture that went 'long with that. He saw Damian as smart as could be, strong, capable, and a whole lot of other things that meant Misha perceived Damian as being real in control, both of himself and of the family he was born to. Misha, he was raised plenty poor, and some part of him equated wealth with control, and when he looked on it he thought Damian could do near anything he wanted to, and at a snap of his fingers. It was, and real certain, a view informed by his youth, but Misha was still too young to see past it. It meant he had trouble seeing Damian's troubles for what they really were, and that meant he had trouble helping as much as he'd like to.
Like just now, when he reckoned the most important thing for Damian was to not be fussed. It was real simple to Misha's thinking: Him being upset made Damian feel like a hindrance, and so he, Misha, wouldn't be upset. Course, nothing was easy as that, and it was real young thinking, no matter how good the intentions. "I talked to my professors, and I missed some already and I ain't going back yet, and so they reckon it's better for me to come back in August for fall term, so that's what I'll do. I reckon I can spend my time once we get home getting tutored to pass the GED, since I won't have real classes to go to. I ain't leaving you, not for no school, Damian, so don't you suggest it." He was firm 'bout that, and he knew plenty well Damian wouldn't leave him for classes neither, not if their positions were reversed.
"I ain't fibbing," Misha insisted, but he was real grateful when Damian crawled into his lap. His arms went 'round the boy's waist, and he pulled Damian closer if could be. He nosed 'gainst the boy's temple. "I been missing you awful, and I been scared and not sleeping, but that's all. I ain't gone and done nothing I ought'n do," he assured Damian, assuming that was what the boy was worried over. "I don't want you fussed 'bout me. You get agitated if you're fussed 'bout me, and you need to be getting better 'stead of being upset," he insisted, though he wasn't loud any 'bout it.
But dark fingers were at his clavicle, and Misha had to sigh. He almost told Damian they'd talk 'bout this later, but he knew that would just draw out Damian being worried. "I did something I wasn't allowed to do, and now I'm earthbound a spell, and I ain't sorry for it." He tipped his chin up and real defiant, on account of nothing was going to convince him he should've left well 'nough alone.