Desmond hadn't thought about it, really. He'd just sort of automatically done it. He was very affectionate and liked to hold hands, so it didn't even really occur to him that Michael might not be that kind of guy. He was just starting to relax and possibly drift off to sleep himself when he felt Michael pull his hand away.

He wasn't offended, maybe a little bit hurt, but he was mostly worried that he'd made a mistake. He opened his eyes and pushed his shades up, propping himself up on his elbow and looking worriedly at Michael. "Are you okay?"