"Hnnh," Desmond grunted, sounding eerily like Coal. Better, he thought, to take her cue and just let it go. Not that he was even remotely capable of unwinding himself from this issue, but for the company of Comfort Food, he could pretend and keep his mouth shut.
"That doesn't make you having a good heart any less serendipitous or worthy of thanks, sweetheart. I don't want anyone coming across as ungrateful when it involves you." He studied CeCe's hand over his, working over and through the very unfamiliar feeling of guilt. It was small but it was distinctly there, and Desmond didn't like it even a little.
To stave it off, he placed his free hand over CeCe's and squeezed, looking up at her with a fond smile. "So tell me what's going on with you already, huh?" Another second and he'd be back up to full speed and full-on depravity, no problem.