Desmond Molloy

Des was practically a puddle of goo by the time Peter started rinsing the shampoo from his hair, and it was a wonder that he still managed to hold himself up on his feet. "I think you might be right. I know I feel much more relaxed," he said, grinning. "Friskier too." Okay, that was a bit of a lie. He felt sleepy, but there was kind of an electrical buzz beneath his skin. A nap might be good though, to charge their batteries...