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Ocean did stop when Desmond grabbed him. He looked down at him and watched his face, looked over those lines and sleep bags. It was terrible, really, the state they had both put themselves in. He wanted to just wrap Desmond up and hold him, instead he lifted his hands -once his wrist was released- and pushed his hood back off of his head, blue hair flopping into his face before he pushed it back. The dark circle around his left eye became more obvious, it was definitely a bruise, and there was a cut creasing his eyebrow as well.

Eventually he shook his head "I don't mind if you come with me... I was hoping you would. The food at the cafeteria sucks." He paused and looked down again, searching Desmond's face slowly "I'd rather talk. Listening to you apologize would be painful and I don't think I can endure anymore pain..." Which, basically was him saying Desmond didn't have anything to apologize for -although maybe he did, but Ocean was planning on letting him off the hook. "I just want to... know one thing." He stepped forward, lifted his hands and settled them on the sides of Desmond's neck before lowering to kiss him with that same deep passion he had been kissing him with for the past six or so weeks "Do you love me, Desmond Coyote? Or do you just like having sex with me?"