Desmond sat up and stopped him with a hand on his arm. “And give her something else to blast on her speakers? No thanks.” He only let go when he was sure Shaun wouldn't make a run for it, and judging from the unimpressed curl of his lip at the thought of Rebecca and her particular choice in noise (not music), the chances were pretty safe. Desmond let his hand slide from Shaun's arm to his chest, bumping his knuckles over his heart. “It hurt here, a little,” he explained, wondering if such fine points that had nothing to do with historical intrigue and conspiracy theories would be lost on the other man.
Shaun glanced down. “Oh,” he said, and Desmond smiled in amusement until he felt a hand cover his own, sliding over the back of his palm and the ring finger bending at the knuckle to bump against his. Shaun didn't look at him, but neither of them pulled away. “You should go get that checked out, you bloody wanker,” he added quietly, under his breath, and distantly, despite the fact that he could see Shaun's mouth forming the callous words, for a second, something blue clouded his vision, and though it might have been just bleeding artifacts from the session, Desmond almost thought he heard something else.
{ooc; So sorry OP. >: I couldn't manage to fit that Shaun/Desmond in there.}
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Desmond sat up and stopped him with a hand on his arm. “And give her something else to blast on her speakers? No thanks.” He only let go when he was sure Shaun wouldn't make a run for it, and judging from the unimpressed curl of his lip at the thought of Rebecca and her particular choice in noise (not music), the chances were pretty safe. Desmond let his hand slide from Shaun's arm to his chest, bumping his knuckles over his heart. “It hurt here, a little,” he explained, wondering if such fine points that had nothing to do with historical intrigue and conspiracy theories would be lost on the other man.
Shaun glanced down. “Oh,” he said, and Desmond smiled in amusement until he felt a hand cover his own, sliding over the back of his palm and the ring finger bending at the knuckle to bump against his. Shaun didn't look at him, but neither of them pulled away. “You should go get that checked out, you bloody wanker,” he added quietly, under his breath, and distantly, despite the fact that he could see Shaun's mouth forming the callous words, for a second, something blue clouded his vision, and though it might have been just bleeding artifacts from the session, Desmond almost thought he heard something else.
{ooc; So sorry OP. >: I couldn't manage to fit that Shaun/Desmond in there.}