Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
Misha, he'd always felt things. He'd always wanted to feel more and more, and it was only recent that he'd realized some things weren't good to feel, and that pain wasn't near as exquisite like he'd once thought. He still had a craving for it when he was hurting, but it wasn't the same as the kind of longing he'd had for every single sensation once. Damian, he'd made things real for Misha in a way they hadn't been 'fore, and now he was more careful 'bout things he could lose. He was trying, too, to be more careful 'bout the boy that was snuggled up on his lap just now. Damian, much as he wanted to bear the weight of his, Misha's, hurts, he couldn't just now. He unraveled quick and easy, and Misha knew Damian needed calm and peace some to get his emotional strength back, and there wasn't a thing wrong with that.
"I wish we hadn't come too," he admitted, "but your sister needed you, and you're a good brother to her. Course you wanted to help, and I wanted to too, and you likely saved her life. She's recovering now and safe, and it's all on account of you. We'll get back on the tracks," he promised, and he believed what he was saying. He needed to believe, on account of the alternative wasn't nothing Misha was willing to accept. "I'm staying close. There'll be day labor somewhere or something I can do herebouts," he said real reassuring, and he tipped his head back and closed his eyes just a moment while Damian mumbled words ticklish 'gainst pale throat.
He didn't move any when Damian sat up, and he didn't unloop his arms from 'round Damian's waist. Misha, he sat just as slouched and comfortable as he had been a moment earlier, and he turned his cheek when Damian touched his chin. But, the movement, it wasn't to get away from the other boy any. It was to rub pale and peach-fuzz cheek 'gainst Damian's fingers. "We ain't going home," was the first thing he said, and firmly. When Damian pressed cheek to shoulder, Misha raised his hand and ran his fingers through thick, dark curls. "I made sure Tim didn't feel like changing his mind 'bout opening his mouth. I would've done worse if I needed to," he said, and he sounded real unapologetic 'bout it. "Earthbound means just what it sounds like, and I ain't concerned 'bout it and neither should you be. I'm sane as I ever was." He wasn't like his momma. He hadn't gone mad.