Date: 2015-02-26 11:00 pm (UTC)
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"It's because I'm a genius. Don't fault yourself for failing to come up with a brilliant idea like mine on your own." Shaun had absolutely nothing that even began to resemble a maternal instinct, and his comforting skills were settled perilously close to 'nil,' but he was still trying. Sarcasm really was the best weapon in his arsenal for any occasion, and perhaps if it wasn't exactly reassuring, it might manage to be a decent distraction from the pain and the overall horror of what was happening to Desmond right now.

Shaun leaned forward again, almost like he wanted to go over and wrap a wing around Desmond, to actually make the attempt to soothe him like he might a frightened chick, but actually doing so was an action that never materialized. For one thing, it would have been intensely awkward for them both, but it didn't stop him from feeling entirely useless and unhelpful just sitting by and watching like he expected Desmond to keel over at any second.

Still. He was trying to distract the man, no use wallowing in his own inability to meaningfully assist with this particular problem. Shaun twitched his wing back again from where it had sneakily started moving away from where he'd tucked it behind him only moments ago, and tried for a casual shrug. "I suppose now that it's all over, there's nothing stopping you from going and looking her up, yeah? As far as I know, we've actually got a bit of time on our hands at the moment. Might even have time for a real vacation."
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