It was a bit difficult, even for Desmond, to think about something like work when there was suddenly a lovely young woman sitting in his lap and toying with his hair. He blinked, blushing only slightly while she spoke.
"... I seem to have lost my train of thought," he replied earnestly, "You tend to do that to me." Which was part of the reason he so enjoyed her company - sometimes he just didn't want to have to think about anything but pleasing someone else. He supposed that might've been part of the appeal of April's job, anyway.
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