03-20-2020, 12:50 AM
"I would take puke cuddles if it meant that I was cuddling with you." He squeezed those slim fingers in return and sighed. He listened to Desmond's order and shook his head, but he wasn't going to say anything; perhaps he really was sick, and just trying to mend, but some of the things were not adding up and Ocean wasn't sure he couldn't not accuse Desmond of something "I want to be here for you, Desmond..." Ocean stated in the most convincing tone he could, squeezing Desmond's fingers again and staring him directly in the eye. The seriousness of his statement was etched loudly on his face. He wanted to be there, he needed to be there. "Please, Dezzy... I don't think it's a bug. You don't even think it's a bug... I can see it in your face..." He looked that smooth but sleep-deprived face over again, lifting his free hand to gently cup Desmond's cheek, thumb stroking the bone "Tell me the truth, Dezzy... Tell me what's going on with you?"
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You can lead a horse to water, but cannot force a horse to drink.