Desmond's completely unaware of the date, otherwise yeah, he'd feel bad about it. Even if they weren't technically together (????) he'd still want to do something for her. Or not. This was very complicated all around, but at least he didn't feel that same kind of empty weariness about it. He didn't used to be so down and despondent all the time, he was a fairly easy going guy his years when he got to be normal. "Maybe I should pour some of this for us. A drink isn't a terrible idea if we're going to talk." He's joking. Ish. Seriously though drinking might be helpful.

But then it'd be about whether they needed alcohol just to talk or if the alcohol made them looser around each other, which was nice in one way but overall, they should be able to talk without it. So they could do that later.

Desmond stepped closer to her. "I wanted to reach out." He got as close to her as he could without actually touching her, lifting his hands like he wanted to, but leaving them by his sides for now. "I always want to talk to you, Luce. I always want to see you. I always want to be with you." Honestly at this point he saw no reason not to be honest. He told her the truth about how he felt, so this couldn't be a surprise to her. "I know that's intense to hear, I know that I'm fucking intense. That we're intense. And I'm fine with toning it down, taking what I can get, but I don't know what you want."

She knew where he stood, so he looked down at her, finally reaching out to touch her cheek, try and encourage her to look at him. "What do you want?"