Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
"We can still have them over for dinner. Them knowing each other, it don't mean it won't be nice to spend time together," Misha said, but then he considered the meaningfulness of Leena inviting Sadie out clear 'cross the country, and he reckoned that did sound meaningful. He barely knew Damian's sister, but if she was anything like Damian then he reckoned it was real meaningful. "But I reckon you're right, 'bout it meaning something." He smiled down as Damian rubbed cheek 'gainst the plaid he claimed to hate something awful. "You liking that shirt better some now?" he asked, smile lingering warm as he looked at Damian. "I'll hire a car," he said without fussing, "even if it means missing the sticky seats something awful." He watched Damian as the boy pushed at bangs, and blue eyes crossed some with the effort. "I only want you, and I'll wait long as it takes 'til I can have want." Damian sounded soft, and it made Misha's belly flip over some, but his own voice was firm, if real and plenty calm.
Misha, he didn't kiss back, and not on account of not wanting to. He wanted to, but he wasn't sure what Damian wanted, feeling how Damian did, and he was inclined lately not to push. It wasn't that he'd lost his confidence some, or he'd say he hadn't, but could be that wasn't entirely the case. "I want to talk to you and see you too," he admitted, and that was real willing, and fingers dropped from Damian's hair. He wrapped his arms 'round Damian completely again, and he hugged him tight and then loosened his grip. He kissed them fingers again, the ones 'gainst his lip. "You say if I can kiss you," he finally said, which wasn't an answer 'bout the pendant, and he shook his head, indicating no, but belated. "Sleeping's real hard, but more on account of worry over not being able to get to you," he said honest.