Desmond nodded slightly as she mentioned that it felt like someone needed to be blamed. "I know, but if there is someone that should be blamed, it is not you." he said softly, stroking her cheek. Desmond had only dedicated scraps of his existence to the pursuit of such knowledge, and yet he had spent more than the average human lifetime researching into what it was that 'fate' was governed by, looking for the very answers that Raina so badly wanted at the moment. The results were somewhat disappointing. The greek tales told of the 'Fates', of those who actually had more power than that of the gods themselves. They were weavers of the threads of life, and those who cut it when they had decided that it had lived long enough. Even the gods themselves were known to have to plead with the fates for mercy...
But legends were as far as it had gotten in his research. He had looked for examples of them, looked for where it was that their lands might have been, and found nothing. Likewise he had heavily researched into the Christian faiths as well, for angels upon the earth were signs of a potential higher power in the world, something that could potentially affect fate itself. But regardless of where he went, how much he had prayed, how far he had traveled the globe, there were no answers from the almighty, nothing from even Angels themselves except assurances that god was real, and that his was a message of love. Desmond was uncertain if he really believed them... or even if he wanted to.
When she mentioned that her parents wouldn't talk to her, he sighed a little, realizing it was as he had feared. He listened to her talk quietly, not wanting to butt in with his own advice until after it was all over. "Like you, they are looking for someone to blame, and like you, they have the same natural desire to string unrelated events into something that makes sense. But in many ways, the world simply does not make sense." he said quietly. "I hope that they come around and see the error of their ways. It is strange that they would be given a bold lesson about how very precious and short life is only to forget it again immediately when it matters." Desmond said with a gentle frown.
Desmond paused though when she asked if he would stay the night with her. She probably had no idea the context in which he took that, for in the times that he came from, asking someone to stay the night was a bit more... forward than Raina had actually meant it. Smiling though, he nodded a little after he thought it out, and smiled. "Of course I will stay with you, Raina. I am not going to go anywhere..." he said softly. He was being silly, in these days and times it was not so uncommon for people who were dating to hang out and just spend the night talking. While it was somewhat scandalous in the time where he came from, these days it felt far less forboding... so he presumed that was what she meant.
Still, there was a darkness to her eyes that made him wonder. He didn't plan on giving into her, though, if he was wrong about what it was that she wanted. After the loss of someone close, anyone would be horribly vulnerable, and capable of making awful decisions. The two of them hardly knew one another, and doing that... now... would definitely complicate things. Still, at her closeness there was the edge of want that he was holding off even now. He had been working to be around people in crowds in order to stem off his own hungers, and he had been learning to control it better lately... but being closer to Raina, she would be the hardest to resist of all, right now...