Desmond’s eyes widened when his hair was touched and tears finally startled falling down his cheeks. It was liike that simple, gentle touch broke through all of the chaos in his mind and confirmed what he had known. He couldn’t speak, he wanted to, he dreadfully wanted to. He wanted to tell her what he hadn’t gotten to tell her before. He wanted to tell her that he loved her. But there was a knot in his throat, a silent sob that wouldn’t budge. He closed his eyes as her hand fell on his cheek, carefully took the limp hand in his own and gently kissed it as the the beeping ceased.