[Ezio doesn't even look up from his book –– something he picked up off of Lana's shelf, something 50 Shades of Grey or worse –– and eyes Desmond from across the lobby's lounge. He's just one dude in a sea of armchairs and couches, and he's probably nursing a hangover or something. What else would drive him to pluck books from his girlfriend's long-neglected bookshelf?]
Lower your voice, Desmond.
[And then he does look up, almost surprised with himself. Wait. Desmond is back?
There's Ezio in all his usual glory, thirty-something and wide-eyed and sporting something between a 5 o'clock shadow and a proper beard. (He hasn't decided whether to grow it out again, between Molotov and Stephanie's opposing opinions.) He's staring at Desmond with a bemused look.]
hey kid of the future B)
Lower your voice, Desmond.
[And then he does look up, almost surprised with himself. Wait. Desmond is back?
There's Ezio in all his usual glory, thirty-something and wide-eyed and sporting something between a 5 o'clock shadow and a proper beard. (He hasn't decided whether to grow it out again, between Molotov and Stephanie's opposing opinions.) He's staring at Desmond with a bemused look.]
When did you get here?