Date: 2015-03-16 05:51 am (UTC)
1605gunpowderplot: (notsureaboutyou)
"Don't be silly, they're hardly going to--" Shaun started, belatedly pulling his wings back as he watched Desmond start at the way they'd originally flared. He could hardly hide them, but folding them mostly out of Desmond's sight was at least a silent apology since he wasn't about to offer an actual verbal one.

"Right. Your dad. Of course." Shit. He'd been apparently doing worse than he'd thought about being reassuring, and Shaun's estimation of his own skills had been dismally low from the start.

He fumbled the phone from his trouser pocket and dialed, trying to to stare too much at the way Desmond's back had deformed, which left looking up at the ceiling as his best choice. He'd be damned if he was going to admit to being scared, though, and Shaun's voice was as normal and even as he could manage under the circumstances.

"It's Shaun. Yes, obviously, I wouldn't--it's just that your son is awake." He paused, and reached out to pat Desmond's head, soft and entirely too awkward, but he knew what the conversation must sound like from Desmond's perspective as Bill started to demand answers in his ear. "There are some complications. Not life-threatening, no, but you ought to head back as soon as possible."
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