Desmond was bored, he had done everything that needed to be done in his office and decided to come back home early. For a Monday it was unexpectedly leisurely. Sam would already be home by the time he got home, so at least he had something to look forward to. What am I thinking? He tried to get the thoughts of Sam out of his head, but for some reason lately, she was all he could think about. He wondered why he didn't love her, or at least that's what he told himself.
Desmond entered his house to find his grandfather seating down comfortably on the couch directly facing the TV with a newspaper in his hands and his reading glasses fixed on the pages of the papers. Desmond ignored Eric's presence, he walked past him and made a beeline for the staircase at the far end of the room, but it seems like he wasn't fast enough.
Eric raised his head from the papers he was ready to face Desmond, his early arrival especially on a Monday had rubbed Eric the wrong way.
