It's kind of great, feeling like he's accomplishing something for once. Desmond's practically sunny tempered at the moment for him, since he's usually a little too somber for his own good. But he's been actually doing things more actively, helping out, giving himself projects. It's cool. And Bull is a big part of that, so he smiles up at him warmly.

"Yeah, of course, man. We're brewing partners now." He offers his first toward Bull for a fist bump, and then realizes it might not be a universal gesture. "If you put your fist against mine, it's like a hell yeah gesture."