Desmond Cusick's Diary

OOC Note: These are just Desmond's thoughts, since he's in no form/position to be doing any writing.

She still loves me. I can tell. She can deny it all she wants, but I know.

I still love her. That is obvious.

I have missed this.

There were rats in the alley. I will bring her one.

( 'Why are you doing this, Desmond?' [Ilse] )

Dinner at the Cusick residence now involves throwing apples, Zero Tolerance, and angst. BOY OH BOY.