A long sigh left Desmond's lips as his eyes snapped open. He looks beside him, eyeing your sleeping form before he runs a hand down his face before sitting up over the edge of the bed, reaching for a cigarette already.

He gets up, slowly, his movements were rather lazy and moving at a deliberate slow pace. Then, be bends down to pick up the pair of jeans off the floor, to pull it up over himself but not pulling up the zipper yet, all while with the lit cigarette still dangling loose from his lips.