"Imagine you can ask her that yourself. If you want."

Desire's weight shifts on the bed, and then he's standing: If there's still something painfully familiar in the golden(hazel)eyes and the face around them, there's probably little familiar in the gesture as Desire reaches back for him, hand out to help him out of bed.
(can't quit you)
"Time's wasting, Jack. C'mon."
You've got your whole afterlife ahead of you.