Still furious and fed up with the whole night, Ocean was suddenly the next target for Desmond's rage though for not the same reason. Desmond's eyebrows furrowed as he was forced away from the waiter, his eye contact suddenly broken and his hold over him cut off though those feelings would remain for some time depending on how close Desmond could get to bringing up true buried feelings. If he weren't so angry he could be able to see why Ocean had stopped him but his mind had him currently convinced the man deserved it-- even if his ability could really damage someone mentally if used like that. If some part of the waiter really felt that way it was possible for Desmond's actions to send him into a true depression.
"What am I doing? Giving him a taste of his own medicine that's what I'm fucking doing. You want me to stop?" Desmond argued back, pointing at himself as if shocked and angry that he was the one who needed to stop. "Why didn't you tell him to stop? Stand up for yourself goddammit, what the hell Ocean?! He's lucky I didn't pound his self-centered face in." He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself because honestly if he didn't he felt like going out there and telling each and every one of them exactly what he thought.
"What am I doing? Giving him a taste of his own medicine that's what I'm fucking doing. You want me to stop?" Desmond argued back, pointing at himself as if shocked and angry that he was the one who needed to stop. "Why didn't you tell him to stop? Stand up for yourself goddammit, what the hell Ocean?! He's lucky I didn't pound his self-centered face in." He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself because honestly if he didn't he felt like going out there and telling each and every one of them exactly what he thought.
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