Adieu

Unanswered Questions (Dezmond)

Dezmonds eyes would narrow once the case was opened, giving the instrument a good hard look as the gears began to turn. He'd never in his life seen this particular instrument. Of all the times he'd sat in a room listening to Michael play, not once had this particular brass ever come into the light. It is because of his unfamiliarity with the instrument that memories would begin to arise.

He'd spent most of the day with Michayla, her stress from the upcoming concert requiring a good deal of his attention while she went about her day to day. Time to time he'd check in on Theresa and Michael, as he often had, but by the time he was alerted to her fathers accident it was too late. He'd arrived to the wreckage, her fathers spirit just standing around and looking at the scene of the crash with bewilderment clear across his face. "Oh, Michael." His grief and disappointment were known, and in the time before Michayla and Theresa found out about the crash Dezmond and Michael talked. He'd learned the reason for his travels were gift related, but not much else. Most of that evening was spent going over his family, and ensuring him they'd be alright, and he'd see them again one day.

The grief in Teresas tone brought Dezmond back to the now, a few years later and it felt as though it were yesterday. Giving a half smile as he looked down at the two on the floor, both of which either in tears or on the verge of crying. This was also the first time he was not only a spectator, but also present for Michayla to see. An ordeal that for the first time made the angel feel awkward. He'd been there she she cried about damn near everything; every fall, every high school romance, and every loss. Yet, she never knew it. "All the more reason to carry on." Dezmond said quietly, the words meant for Michayla. Naturally when he used to speak words of encouragement to her they fell on deaf ears. So used to being able to just say and do anything, it only occurred to him after that he may want to learn when to hold his tongue.

The drive back was pretty quiet. Dezmond managed to sneak a few blueberries out before they left, so now and then he'd pop one in his mouth only to silently enjoy the natural sweetness they offered. Of course by the time they got back inside, he'd move straight to the kitchen and promptly start getting some water in the kettle to prepare an evening cup of tea. Along with that, a glass of water was filled and when Michayla finally patted the seat next to her she'd be given the glass to help her with her medication.

Taking the seat directly beside her, a quiet hum could be heard as Dezmond took a moment to think. "I'd ask about what we could talk about, but truthfully, I'm surprised you haven't bombarded me with questions." Dezmond said, he himself feeling rather confident that he knows enough about Michayla at this point. Naturally, what was in her head was even unknown to him. Inquisitively, he'd look to Mickey expecting her to start in on him. She'd yet to have enough time to truly start pricking and prying information, since the first morning that she'd had with him was interrupted by her mothers need to see her.