Through wild strands of dark hair, ice blue eyes quietly watched Raina as he approached. There had been many who had wondered about Desmond's ability to read people's minds. As a vampire hunter, it was not an illusion he easily dispelled. The lie that he could read minds had kept him from trouble more than once during his work. When people thought you could tell they were coming for you before they could make an action, they tended to get sloppy, filled with bravado... and would more easily just let loose and come to fight as opposed to attack you when you least expected it. The sad truth of it was that he could not read minds at all, not that it really stopped Desmond from telling what people were thinking.
As it so happened, 'reading minds' was really not that hard. People after all, were unaware of the facial expressions that they made, the little ticks that gave things away. There would be a certain look that people would have when they told a lie. Another look they would have when they were hiding pain, or holding something back from you. It was that look that Desmond saw upon her features, the slight wrinkles of sadness, even when she tried to smile at him. He did not smile back at her. He had been accused before of being painfully honest, and in many ways it was true, but he would not force a smile for her when she was suffering inside, not unless he felt like she would need it to hold everything together.
Desmond also noted that she did not move towards him. He wondered for a moment if she was going to call things off with him. It would not be something he would misunderstand. There had been so very many hurdles in between her and his relationship, and she had vanished for so long immediately after he'd agreed to at least let them... try... It was not unexpected. What concerned him though was the look of pain on her face there, and the fact that he could not do anything about it if it was caused by them breaking up. Desmond wondered for a moment even if they were technically 'together', and briefly his mind flickered to the oddity that might be if she was sad over having to break up with him. Why then would she do it?
Of course, he knew well enough to know that there was often no explanation for the way that things happened, especially in the midst of relationships. He would not hold it against her, if that was the reason for her sadness. But a moment later she spoke of how old he was, and he nodded quietly, not saying anything as he stood a few feet away from her, clasping his leather gloves behind his back like a soldier standing at-ease, his blue eyes softly glancing over her form and her face, noting the pain there, but equally feeling helpless to stop it. She did not seem to want him to bridge that gap between them for the moment, and so he did not force it upon her. If she wanted his embrace she would seek it... but it seemed now that she wanted to talk. What she said next though, hurt... even though she had not intended for it to.
"The flow of time is like a dye cast. There is no undoing it once it has been set." Desmond said softly. "Once... long ago, I tried to do such things myself... It did not end well." What it was that he had done, he left unsaid, watching her face as she tried to retain her composure. "The djinn may claim that they have the power to do such things, and they may have such powers... but whatever you would get for making such a wish would certainly be taken back from you more than 3 fold over. Even the greek gods respected the fates..." Desmond took a slow breath and looked up at the night sky. "The time I longed to undo the weave of time, I had just lost what it was in life that mattered most to me." he said quietly.