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A tsk left Desmond as Ocean pulled his face away, wanting nothing more than to go back to the dorms put a warm towel on the bruised eye and just relax. Whatever small amount of energy he'd gathered after this morning seemed to seep away after the interaction that had just transpired between the two of them. "Well...be more careful next time," he spoke quietly as Ocean continued on towards the restaurant, falling in step slightly behind the other boy. He was lost in his own head for a moment before Ocean turned to face him and spoke strongly once they arrived at their destination. He took a step back at the words, feeling Ocean's frustrations through every word, his own guilt returning back full force.

"I've been sick." The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. He hadn't wanted to bring this up, worried about Ocean's reaction towards what could very well be nothing more than a possibility. Sighing heavily he ran his hand through his hair in exasperation before running it down his face. "Come on," he spoke quietly, slipping around Ocean and towards the front door of the building. "Let's sit and talk more inside. I'm fucking tired already."