Desmond gets the news when he's on his lunch break. It's easy enough to assume how the Sheriff found him-- called up his place of work, boss tells him where his last job was. Sure enough, he's sitting in his truck, trying to get a bit of a nap in, windows rolled down. You'd be tired, too, if you ended up staying up all night because of weird nightmares.
This whole place was pretty much a good plot-line for all of Desmond's nightmares for the next year.
"Son, I got some bad news for you," were the Sheriff's words, hat in hand and a solemn expression, "There's been an accident."
Part of Desmond wanted to laugh. Laugh at the sheer insanity of it. An uncle? Last he knew, he didn't have an uncle, but the memories don't trickle in so much as they just... show up. There, as if they'd been there all along. There was no sense of surprise. Mainly because there wasn't a reason to be surprised. Sure, he had an uncle, just an estranged one-- Dad never particularly talked about him. Some sort of fight that neither of his parents shared much of the details. Seven years still seems like such a short amount of time to catch up on lost opportunities, but Ezio was still family.
Family looked out for each other.
His boss lets him take the rest of the day off. Which is exactly why he's hustling down the hallway after an orderly points him in the right direction-- here to help probably both of them, flagging the nurse down (who still seems concerned enough, at least to Desmond).
"It's all right, he's always been steady on his feet," he tells her once he's close enough, waving her off.
She seems to pause with it, but nods and takes her leave, cane still in hand.
Desmond takes a breath, looking Ezio over. His mouth is a thin line for a moment and there's obvious concern in his expression. "I'd ask if you were okay, but I think that'd probably be a stupid question. Look, you want to sit down, maybe?"
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This whole place was pretty much a good plot-line for all of Desmond's nightmares for the next year.
"Son, I got some bad news for you," were the Sheriff's words, hat in hand and a solemn expression, "There's been an accident."
Part of Desmond wanted to laugh. Laugh at the sheer insanity of it. An uncle? Last he knew, he didn't have an uncle, but the memories don't trickle in so much as they just... show up. There, as if they'd been there all along. There was no sense of surprise. Mainly because there wasn't a reason to be surprised. Sure, he had an uncle, just an estranged one-- Dad never particularly talked about him. Some sort of fight that neither of his parents shared much of the details. Seven years still seems like such a short amount of time to catch up on lost opportunities, but Ezio was still family.
Family looked out for each other.
His boss lets him take the rest of the day off. Which is exactly why he's hustling down the hallway after an orderly points him in the right direction-- here to help probably both of them, flagging the nurse down (who still seems concerned enough, at least to Desmond).
"It's all right, he's always been steady on his feet," he tells her once he's close enough, waving her off.
She seems to pause with it, but nods and takes her leave, cane still in hand.
Desmond takes a breath, looking Ezio over. His mouth is a thin line for a moment and there's obvious concern in his expression. "I'd ask if you were okay, but I think that'd probably be a stupid question. Look, you want to sit down, maybe?"