As far as Desmond was concerned, his entire life was a huge exercise in normalcy. He got up every day, went to work, and came home. The routine was nauseating sometimes, and that was why he felt the need to -- shake it up -- with his personal stress-reliever. Occasionally that stress-reliever changed and he'd have April over. Not too often, of course, because he didn't want her to suspect he had feelings for her - but more and more often lately.
He needed the company. "Well then. I suppose we'll see whether it lives up to your dazzling reviews, won't we?" It was nice to have breakfast like normal people might. He took a bite of the pancake.
"Oh, it's very ... sweet! But good." He just wasn't used to such strange things - fruit syrup.
"How are you ... feeling this morning?" He ventured, hoping she wouldn't take offense to him asking about her previous evening. She'd just seemed so tense before going out that he wanted to make sure things had gone all right.
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