Desmond was even more confused now, and it showed in the way that his forehead wrinkled as he frowned. "Michael, you. . ." He trailed off, licking his lips and closing his eyes. His head was hurting from trying to figure all of this out, and he brought a hand up to rub his forehead above his right eye. "You do make me happy, Michael."

He gave him a soft smile and nuzzled Michael's cheek. "No more mention of Peter, I promise. It's all you, all the time."