Desmond noticed the nervous tremor in Michael's voice but didn't comment on it; he just smiled a little brighter, thinking that it was adorable. He grinned and blushed a little when Michael complimented him, and then walked back around to the driver's side of the Mustang.

"Well, you'll be pretty amazed because it's seriously the prettiest beach I've ever seen." he said as he put Michael's bag on the back seat next to his. He'd put the top down on the convertible since it was such a beautiful day, and he wasn't particularly concerned about the bags blowing away or anything.

"I've got some food too for when we get hungry later." he said. He swore, snapping his fingers in irritation as he realized he had forgotten something. "Sunscreen! Dammit, I knew I was forgetting something."