Desmond flinched under the angry, narrowing of Michael's eyes, and he gulped a little. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I-" He blinked and frowned deeply. "No, Michael, please. Don't go. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
This was so not how he'd planned for the day to go. . .
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Date: 2009-04-29 06:47 pm (UTC)This was so not how he'd planned for the day to go. . .