Do you have a mate?
Desmond felt the blood drain from his face as Carrie’s first question echoed through the recesses of his tattered soul. He hoped that the computer screen was blocking his face from view of the cameras, because for the space of a few seconds his face had taken on the stricken expression that reflected how that question really made him feel.
Desmond: Yes.
He couldn’t lie to her; but he didn’t have to tell her the whole truth, did he? It was for the best that she didn’t know. If she knew, it would only make all of this so much worse. He wanted for her to stay focused on the competition.
Carrie: Your turn to ask a question.
If she was disappointed by his lack of elaboration, she wasn’t letting on. Good, that’s good. It was good, wasn’t it? He wanted to think she was di
