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Swallowing the lump in his throat at the sight of the bruises littering Ocean's body, Desmond stepped forward and traced a finger lightly across one of the older bruises as some of the newer ones looked almost too painful to touch. "Jesus," he muttered under his breath, his other hand coming up to run through Ocean's deep blue hair. "You shouldn't have pushed yourself too hard if you thought something was wrong." Leaning forward to press his lips to the other boy's forehead. "Anyway, you're here now," Desmond assured him, lips still pressed against his skin. "Relax, okay?" There was the twinge of guilt again at the idea of Ocean's telekinesis going haywire due to the distance Desmond had put between him. "Sorry I've been such a selfish little shit," he spoke, finally pulling away from Ocean to give him a cheeky grin.