"I went on a trip down south, they're um, setting up some kind of farming. Frank and I talked about going on a longer trip to explore more of the land." Desmond was filling in space honestly, because he was nervous and he had no idea what to say or what she wanted. "Sorry I'm rambling, I just know that you wanted me to get out more, so." Maybe that would make her happy? It was so stupid now that he heard it in his head, like he was just hoping for her approval. When honestly after what they went through she might not care at all what he was doing now.
She pointed out the length of time and he winced, nodding. "Yeah, I know how long it's been. I wanted to reach out, but I told you I wouldn't." Desmond wasn't sure if she cared, but he did want it clear that the silence between them was out of respect for her, not out of his own wants. When they went silent on each other after Connor's disappearance, it was mutual stubbornness and frustration. He was glad she was there, even if she might be getting ready to say something he didn't want to hear. It was hard to tell. They were awkward, stilted.
He smiled and took the food and the whiskey, uncertain. "Thanks? Are you hungry? We could ---" Eat it now. But then she pulled out the hoodie and his face lit up, equal to the excitement of seeing the puppy. Desmond set the food and booze on the couch and immediately reached out to take it from her. It was silly, to miss a piece of clothing that was so simple, but it was like a safety blanket for him. Desmond immediately put it on, even putting the hood up just for fun, grinning at her. "Man this takes me back." Exactly the way she thought. To when they had their little unit and this was an extension of his being.
"Thank you." His smile is unusually shy for him, rubbing the back of his neck. "I feel a little weird I've got nothing for you. I'll brew you some good beer?"
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She pointed out the length of time and he winced, nodding. "Yeah, I know how long it's been. I wanted to reach out, but I told you I wouldn't." Desmond wasn't sure if she cared, but he did want it clear that the silence between them was out of respect for her, not out of his own wants. When they went silent on each other after Connor's disappearance, it was mutual stubbornness and frustration. He was glad she was there, even if she might be getting ready to say something he didn't want to hear. It was hard to tell. They were awkward, stilted.
He smiled and took the food and the whiskey, uncertain. "Thanks? Are you hungry? We could ---" Eat it now. But then she pulled out the hoodie and his face lit up, equal to the excitement of seeing the puppy. Desmond set the food and booze on the couch and immediately reached out to take it from her. It was silly, to miss a piece of clothing that was so simple, but it was like a safety blanket for him. Desmond immediately put it on, even putting the hood up just for fun, grinning at her. "Man this takes me back." Exactly the way she thought. To when they had their little unit and this was an extension of his being.
"Thank you." His smile is unusually shy for him, rubbing the back of his neck. "I feel a little weird I've got nothing for you. I'll brew you some good beer?"