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Always trying to lighten the mood, Desmond shrugged in turn. “Hey, we’ve been through worse, you know..” He murmured, flicking his gaze off towards the wall for a brief moment before he looked back at her, “I’m pretty sure we’ll come through.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Rebecca said, sighing. “But still…it’s not easy to do this.” She shook her head, laughing slightly. “Nothing we can do about though, I guess.”
“I do. Otherwise I wouldn’t have asked.” He retorted with a shrug of his shoulders. “Is it something disturbing? Like Shaun’s face?”
Rebecca snorted. “Sometimes.” She leaned back against a table, arms crossed, and looked at him for a moment. “More or less, it’s whether we’re going to survive this, Des,” she said softly.
He frowned slightly and turned his head to the side, eyes downcast. "It's not a joke, you know. I want to know, cause it's going to impact some very important shit, Shaun. So, just tell me."
He turned back to face him a little and scowled at him, “An’ what might this ‘important shit’ be, hm? A new thing t’tease me with later? I swear, I got enough shite from Rebecca about Kate.”
The Brit faced the American fully and pointed a finger at him, “Here’s a faster way t’get your answer, nosy. ‘ave you got feelin’s f’me?” He crossed his arms, sure that would diffuse his curiousity and end the uncomfortable conversation.
