No, but do not worry about it. I will be there shortly.
[The phone disconnects, because he's worked out that much.
And he takes a bit longer than he hoped he would, because he ends up appearing at Desmond's window half an hour later, rapping his knuckles softly on the glass.]
[ Well, as long as Connor thinks he can make it... Desmond supposes if Connor needed anything else he'd call. It gives Desmond some time to think about how to handle everything. If it were someone else-- someone he couldn't call Brother, Desmond wouldn't be so quick to offer his couch. But Connor? Oddly enough, he likes him. Likes his sincerity.
It's nice to have some relative honesty.
And it gives Desmond to maybe get some real clothes on. He'd come back from a long run and had a shower, so there he was, not expecting any company, sitting around in his boxers. Classy, right? So may as well as move furniture around and pull the couch apart to get to the pull-out mattress (it sort of looked big enough, at least) before heading off to the bedroom to get some clothes on.
The window Connor was at? Bedroom window.
Desmond? Well, he has pants on, just not done up yet and was starting to get a shirt on before the noise makes Desmond almost jump clean out of his skin. Which didn't help-- no one likes getting tangled up in their clothes and falling clean over and out of sight of the window, since, well, that's the side of the bed Desmond happened to be on and the whole this is obscuring him.
Yeah. Your descendant is a smooth operator, Connor. ]
[Connor found the place with a mix of memory, skill and a lot of luck when it came to windows. He had seen Desmond passing his window and just beelined there, before he lost track of which apartment it was.
He cants his head as Desmond goes straight over in a heap behind the bed. The window seems to be locked (which is sensible), so he has to just cling on, feet on the brickworks and fingers tight on the window frame to hold his position.]
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[The phone disconnects, because he's worked out that much.
And he takes a bit longer than he hoped he would, because he ends up appearing at Desmond's window half an hour later, rapping his knuckles softly on the glass.]
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It's nice to have some relative honesty.
And it gives Desmond to maybe get some real clothes on. He'd come back from a long run and had a shower, so there he was, not expecting any company, sitting around in his boxers. Classy, right? So may as well as move furniture around and pull the couch apart to get to the pull-out mattress (it sort of looked big enough, at least) before heading off to the bedroom to get some clothes on.
The window Connor was at? Bedroom window.
Desmond? Well, he has pants on, just not done up yet and was starting to get a shirt on before the noise makes Desmond almost jump clean out of his skin. Which didn't help-- no one likes getting tangled up in their clothes and falling clean over and out of sight of the window, since, well, that's the side of the bed Desmond happened to be on and the whole this is obscuring him.
Yeah. Your descendant is a smooth operator, Connor. ]
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He cants his head as Desmond goes straight over in a heap behind the bed. The window seems to be locked (which is sensible), so he has to just cling on, feet on the brickworks and fingers tight on the window frame to hold his position.]