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[cardsivedealt]

I know...it's just not that easy. [Especially because there are times when his dad doesn't know anyone, not even Emery and Kevin -- not even his mom. And it's hard enough to deal with that, let alone having other people know he deals with it too.

He takes another hit before passing it back over, rubbing his eyes slightly.] I can handle it. It's just difficult on days like this. [When the damn migraines get in the way.]

[neverfoundtheanswer]

No one thinks you can't, kid. [If anything, the problem is that Misha is better at it than he should have to be. It makes it too easy for things to get left on his shoulders, because the fact that he's struggling isn't always obvious.] Just that you don't have to do it alone.

[cardsivedealt]

Yeah, well...[He doesn't really have a response to that. He feels bad enough asking for help with things like this, like somehow his power is his own cross to bear, he shouldn't make anyone else have to deal with it too. ] You already help a bunch.

[neverfoundtheanswer]

Well, I'm pretty sure there's a minimum hours required to be a part of the family. Like community service. [It's a fond joke; Kevin might not be as inclined to go out of his way for people in general as a lot of people in their weird little group, but he does go out of his way for people that are important. And they're all important, if not to him then to people who are already his, which is what matters.] If I can do it while hanging out with my favorite nephew, all the better.

[cardsivedealt]

[It makes him smile at least, huffing out a breath, almost a laugh.] It's not much of a competition. [The twins are a bit too crazy for anyone to really get close to, and he is named after Emery, which probably sways both of their opinion quite a bit.] But thanks.

[neverfoundtheanswer]

[He flaps a hand, dismissing the correction with a little grin.] An easy win's still a win. [Punctuated by taking another hit and then holding it out for Misha.]

[cardsivedealt]

No, you’re right, I’ll take it. [Lord knows he needs a win right now, even if it’s an easy one.

He takes the joint back, already feeling better, the effect obvious in the way his face relaxes, the fact that he’s joking back finally.] Just don’t make me pick a favorite between you and Uncle Emery. It’s too close to call.

[neverfoundtheanswer]

[It's always a relief to see him relax a little bit, be able to put down a little of the stress, even if it's only for a little while. He grins, leaning a little more back into the couch.] Em will understand if you like me better, I am pretty cool.