Date: 2015-02-24 02:45 am (UTC)
1605gunpowderplot: (workstation)
Shaun had been relegated to Desmond babysitting duty, a chore that came up surprisingly often, even without the Animus involved, but he'd been more absorbed in scanning through news reports on his laptop than actually paying attention. It wasn't as if Desmond was going anywhere, besides, and he'd thought it more than safe to put in an earbud as he scoured the internet for any sign of what the Templar's next move might be.

He missed the soft curse, but Desmond's movement caught his eye, if only because Shaun had yet to really come down from the adrenaline rush of the world almost ending, and the ensuing paranoia still had him firmly in his grip. Shaun's hand was halfway to the gun in the desk before he actually caught on to the fact that Desmond had moved, and he changed course, pushing away from the laptop to swivel around to face the bed.

"So--sleeping beauty awakes, I see. Though I have to admit that the drool rather ruins the 'beauty' part of that statement." Shaun stretched out a foot to roll the chair closer to the bed to get a better look at Desmond. They hadn't exactly been able to stick him in the Animus this time, after all.

"I can at least promise that nobody woke you with a kiss--not even Rebecca, so don't get your hopes up."
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