Ok, so picture "Welcome to my life" by Simple Plan playing in the background, it would be the perfect theme song for this.
Desmond hid it very well. Clair smiled as she passed him yesterday, he had smiled back… but it was fake. Hurly shook his head in wonder at Desmond's strange, Locke-like way of predicting things. Paulo and he had had a friendly golf chat and even had a good laugh. But it was fake. All of it was fake. Desmond didn't see the smiles or hear the laughter; all he heard was the beeping and all he saw were the numbers and the button. It took a brave man to accept death and he had, he just wasn't ready to live. It was so strange how things had turned out, him not dieing and all. He had made peace with himself in that hatch which he had called home for so long and now that he was out of it and once again surrounded by people, everything felt so foreign. He had killed a man, crashed on an island, lost his prized boat, had developed an uncontrollable need to press a button for four years, thought the world had disappeared only to find himself surrounded by strangers who stopped him from pushing that button, and had expected to die in that dark, dank hatch. But now he was alive and wasn't sure what to think. On the inside he was screaming, wanting nothing more than to relive that hell of the button and the small hatch, listen to those records again, get back on his bike, anything familiar. He wanted to cry out for someone to help him and scream that he was not all right like everyone thought he was. But Desmond hid it very well.
