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"Gross," Desmond managed to get out with a small smile as he looked at Ocean across the table. "No one likes puke cuddles." It didn't take much more than the wiggling of Ocean's fingers for him to reach his hand out to curl his fingers around the other boy's. His attention momentarily stolen by the waitress, Desmond desperately wanted to order a coffee in order to regain some energy for what was about to come but knew puking as soon as the coffee was set down and the smell hit him wouldn't be helping either of them. Desmond ordered just a water for himself, still waiting to see if the salad he'd picked at early would stay down. "I'm alright," he reassured once the waitress left, giving Ocean's fingers a light squeeze with his own. "Probably just a bug." Or not. The possibility kept biting at the edges of his mind and part of him just wanted to let it out and tell someone about what it was he was really worried about, just so it wasn't bottling up inside and feeling like it was choking him.