Desmond watched her go, reaching out and wishing to explain but his mouth wouldn't move, his mind sputtered to a halt. Finally he sighed and just sat, bending over the table a bit, glaring at the smoke. The smoke takes the form of two featureless, humanoid features, which seem to pantomime guilt. They march slowly over and hug one of his fists, seeking forgiveness. He just glares at them. "Why did you do that?"
You like her, don't you?
The words took form as the two smoke figures intertwined and formed the words for him to read. He blushes. "W-What are you saying?"
We were just trying to help, we thought with the whole first love thing...
Desmond, who had begun to actually eat, nearly choked on his food when the word 'love' took form. He gaped at the smoke words. "I may like her, but not like that!" He spout out in a harsh whisper before he could think on it.
Oh, so you do like her?
"ARGH!" He cursed under his breath as he pulled at his hair. "I don't know!"
What do you mean you don't know? They're your feelings.
"I don't understand my feelings, I've never wanted to!" Desmond snapped back.
Well, you're acting like a lovesick moron who doesn't even know it... Oh wait...
"Shut up!" Desmond growls, accidentally raising his voice to a shout, slamming his hands onto the table. The giggling imp-like creatures return to inside their host before they are spotted, and Desmond looks around to see who had witnessed his little outburst.