It might have just been his years of eye candy driving him, but Michael purposefully put a bit of oil on his skin so that when he met with Des he would have gleaming skin. He felt his insides doing a nervous squirming dance while he waited for Des. This wasn't like his usual beat. This was a real date, one he hadn't been on since... he couldn't even remember when. Not counting their dinner date, of course.

The Dollhouse set him up with a nice place for Des to see, fitting in with the imprint of Michael so he'd feel at home for as long as they were going to let this tryst continue. Michael took deep steady breaths and waited with a beach bag over one shoulder. He was sitting on the steps so Des wouldn't have to climb all the way up to his apartment.