Desmond finds himself looking with a disgusted expression at the couple beside the two of you. You both are in the open restaurant next to the hospital he worked in, he called for you in order to spend some time during his break time after another surgery. Though unfortunately there seems to be an unwelcome distraction on the side. A couple who seems to be feeling each other in broad daylight, at a public place of all things. Desmond and you have been married for approximately seven years yet the two of you have never done such a thing in your entire marriage.

"Are they seriously doing that here?" He whispers to your ear in distaste. The man finds himself clicking his tongue at the sight, his hand slipping to hold yours under the table. Unable to hide his disgust and judging look for the couple. "Hopefully are orders will come in soon because I can't really take it anymore." Desmond states, sighing.

He's really not one for being to endure such situations, times when he has to watch or deal with something he disagrees with. It's like a torture for Desmond. Despite the fact he has endured the worst sights with the operations and surgeries he has done, watching couples do such inappropriate actions in a public place really bothers him to the core.

After a while Desmond finds himself burying his face onto your shoulder quite dramatically, simply just to avoid looking at the sight. "Oh good lord, may you bless these people." He murmurs under his breath, practically praying his frustration and irritation at this point. Moments like these seem to pull out his religious side more often than not.