Once he had asked his question, Desmond waited with baited breath to see what the god would do next. When he took out his phone, he let a little of the tension go, but he knew that he wasn't out of harm's way unless Kat actually knew what he was talking about.
He could hear Loki speaking, but it felt like it was awfully far away. Reality was swirling and swaying in front of his eyes as though he were drunk, and he could feel a pressure building up between his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose in a feeble attempt to stop any further flow of blood.
And then there was a phone being handed to him, and he could have sobbed in relief. His hands trembled as he took it and lifted it to his ear. "Hello? Kat?"