[Sam260]

"You should have let me take care of you..." Ocean whispered as they headed into the restaurant and toward a booth far enough away from other patrons. He gave the other space, sitting on the other side of the booth, but that didn't stop him from reaching across the table, fingers wiggling in anticipation of Desmond setting his hand there. "I would have taken care of you, gotten you meds, wiped your face and stuff..." God they were both a sight for sore eyes, and Ocean's body hurt in more ways than one - his telekinetics were kicking his ass far worse than he cared to admit, even to Desmond right now. "I would have been there for you... Are you better now? I mean... Can I do anything to help you now?" The waitress came by and Ocean ordered a coke, a water and the usual hamburger that he got, she then turned to Desmond, waiting for his order as well.