[Sam260]

When Desmond slumped, Ocean knew he had broken the last of those stubborn walls. He got up and came around, carefully settling in the booth with Desmond. He wrapped a strong arm around the other and brought him close, kissing his temple and rubbing his arm lightly "I think those are the simplest of symptoms you're experiencing..." Ocean whispered. He didn't know much, but from what Desmond was describing, there was only one thing it could truly be "I heard it only lasts a few months, nine, sometimes less..." Fingers gently ran up and down Desmond's arm, tracing random patterns "Though, some claim it lasts for eighteen years..." He reached to very carefully lift Desmond's head up from his chest, leaning over to kiss him lightly on the lips "I plan on being there, Dezzy... For all eighteen years. I have no intention of kicking you to the curb over this... It's a hiccup in the road, but I was serious when I said I wanted you. When I said I wanted to be there for you... And now I want to be there for you even more."