Desmond smiled brightly, his heart swelling at the sincerity he heard in Michael's voice. It made him really happy to think that the other man was just as glad to have moved there, and he was pretty confident that he was the cause for most, if not all, of that glee.

He chuckled a little sheepishly at the "tsk" sound he heard Michael make, and then groaned a little under his ministrations. "I know, I know, I have terrible posture," he said. "I try to be good, honest, but I get intent on what I'm doing and just lean forward on my elbow."