Desmond could feel Michael watching him, and he opened his eyes, glancing over at him. He grinned and chuckled softly, feeling good about the fact that he felt comfortable with the silence between them. He was a very vivacious guy and had a tendency to ramble and talk, but it was nice to not feel like he absolutely had to say anything. He could just enjoy being with Michael, and that felt really good.

He listened to the relaxing sounds of the waves, smiling as he breathed in the salty sea air, and somewhere in the midst of relaxing and just soaking up the atmosphere, his hand snaked over to Michael's, lacing their fingers together.