Desmond's aware enough to know that it is, all loosely speaking. It's still wandering into someplace that isn't your own and seeing things that aren't strictly yours to see. That's the same, sure. But it's more of the second. A more pointed second. He shouldn't be looking in on this.
But he already is, ain't no real way around that. So best he can do is stick his hands in his pockets and wait just a little. There'll be a direction. Just won't be him setting it.
MEMORY: Writing Notes
Desmond's aware enough to know that it is, all loosely speaking. It's still wandering into someplace that isn't your own and seeing things that aren't strictly yours to see. That's the same, sure. But it's more of the second. A more pointed second. He shouldn't be looking in on this.
But he already is, ain't no real way around that. So best he can do is stick his hands in his pockets and wait just a little. There'll be a direction. Just won't be him setting it.