Desmond knew they were going the wrong way. Instead of heading down the coast to where Claire should be, probably accompanied by Sun or Hurley, Charlie had veered off more towards the jungle. However, he did not stop to correct the Charlie's mistaken path, merely content to be in his presence. And to walk behind to get another glimpse of his backside. A sudden halt from Charlie brought Desmond to his side. "What's happening brotha?" he inquired. Glancing around, all he could see were random plots of flowers and trees. They weren't anywhere near the civilization both had come to know on the island.
"Have ye no romantic bone in your body, mate?" Charlie prodded as he bristly walked over to a clump of flowers and began gingerly plucking them from the ground. "These'll be the icing on the cake."
Of course, Desmond thought disappointedly. Still thinking about Claire. Even when she wouldn't return Charlie's affection, she was all the rock star could think about. How bloody hysterical life is Desmond groaned inwardly as he knelt down and began snatching up random flowers with weeds intermediately mixed in. That apparently caught Charlie's close attention.
"Nah mate you're doing it all wrong!" he chastised Desmond, and gently nudged him to make room. As he knelt beside him Desmond could faintly feel warmth emanating from Charlie's body. He supposed the other could feel his as well although he made no sign that he had. It was rather comforting, and Des unconsciously inched closer, pretending to be reaching for an extra special flower. Charlie continued picking, humming softly. Probably that blasted hit single his band once had he thought maliciously. Desmond wished that his partner's band had been more successful. Or had at least sounded more like The Beatles. Still, even after all those repeated listenings, it was a good song.
"About…got…it…." Charlie muttered with his tongue clenched between his teeth as he struggled to tie the bouquet together with a long dandelion stem. Mistakenly assuming that the mission was complete, Desmond stood up with the intention of likewise assisting Charlie into standing position. Blindly waving his left hand above him, Charlie continued to try to tie the batch of flowers insistent on not cooperating. Des seized Charlie's bandaged clad fingers and jerked upward, only to find the other yelp in protest and tug back, catching him off balance. Without any grace whatsoever, Desmond made a loud thump as he hit the ground and Charlie's knees, and, once he regained a bit of his composure, found himself lying on top of the grinning rock star.