[ david flinches away from billy's hand with a soft hiss as if the touch burns, as if his hand is a thousand degrees. david is the one who's hot to the touch though, colour blooming on his cheeks, sweat starting to form on his forehead and the back of his neck. ]
[ water? no. he shakes head. his forehead tingles where billy touched him, like a faint buzzing under the skin, something hinting at what it is he needs. to be touched? david shakes his head again. no. not exactly. ]
Maybe, uh-- maybe someone at camp might know somethin' about this kinda thing.
[ it's not that he's struggling, not exactly, but the words come out a little leaden. as if he'd been drinking. not drunk but not sober enough for the words to form effortlessly. probably because his mind is zoning in on what it is he wants-- needs right now, where the heat is pooling in his body, and he is trying hard to think about anything except-- ] Jeff. Jeff'll be able to help.
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[ water? no. he shakes head. his forehead tingles where billy touched him, like a faint buzzing under the skin, something hinting at what it is he needs. to be touched? david shakes his head again. no. not exactly. ]
Maybe, uh-- maybe someone at camp might know somethin' about this kinda thing.
[ it's not that he's struggling, not exactly, but the words come out a little leaden. as if he'd been drinking. not drunk but not sober enough for the words to form effortlessly. probably because his mind is zoning in on what it is he wants-- needs right now, where the heat is pooling in his body, and he is trying hard to think about anything except-- ] Jeff. Jeff'll be able to help.