[ he's not listening. he doesn't understand. david makes a quiet, frustrated noise at the way he dismisses jeff and stares at him, eyes wide and darting over billy's face as he tries to figure out how to make him understand. jeff doesn't have the medical or botanical knowledge some people do, sure, but he's also better than most at just being a calming presence. and his hands are warm and his touch is soothing and-- ]
[ billy puts a hand on his shoulder and normally he'd appreciate the gesture, but right now it sets too many neurons firing in a million directions and david tries to shrug it off with a weak complaint. ]
'm tellin' you. [ he pulls a face, trying to concentrate. ] Get'im.
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[ billy puts a hand on his shoulder and normally he'd appreciate the gesture, but right now it sets too many neurons firing in a million directions and david tries to shrug it off with a weak complaint. ]
'm tellin' you. [ he pulls a face, trying to concentrate. ] Get'im.