i have so many rude little double entendres after seeing desmond’s cute moment of a nudist stint. i mean, bless his heart for enduring things, but his wearing not a thing save for dirt n bruising so well is then verifiably not for any kind of small effort either. i mean, not when it’s all whilst he’s wet down—not only bathed in their island’s humid-most effort at inducing a sweat, but bearing my many worries to cherry it, in more blood than i’d feel quite reassured by strewn quite egregiously far across himself—and to tell you something slightly secret, i think i’m all the more for it.