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Ocean's words resonated in Desmond's head and he stopped, grasping at Ocean's wrist to stop him as well. Lunch could wait for now. Both of them looked worse for wear though if anything it seemed that Ocean might have been having an even worse time-- was that a bruise or sleep bags around his eyes? Desmond wasn't sure. His own appearance was a little disheveled; he hadn't bothered to check that his clothes were neat or clean when he woke in a rush this morning and his teal hair was pushed back in a lazy attempt to make it neat without actually combing it into submission. "Look I..." he paused biting his lip as he felt the guilt grow looking at the state his avoidance had put Ocean into.

Shaking his head he let Ocean's wrist slid from his grasp so the other could walk on if he wanted. "I don't know what to say." He admitted, the singer and master of words finding himself at a true loss. "Do you mind if I come with you? We can talk at the restaurant... Or I'll talk and apologize and you just sit there and fuckin' listen I guess."