[ so david's been sweating out an entire swimming pool for at least twenty minutes, if not longer. seems, to jeff, like an important thing to mention - he would have gotten here sooner, shot claudette or lisa a text on the way to try and get a better idea of how to help - but it's not worth chiding billy over. jeff's seen david in far worse conditions, so while there is concern, it's relatively mild.
jeff's eyes shift, already looking for the aforementioned bottle before billy even gestures. orange, right? maybe one of them should grab it - safely - and bring it back to camp so someone with a little more knowledge can figure out what it is and how to combat it, or at the very least, find somewhere to dump it out where no one else can get into it by accident. before he can find it, though—
—there are hands on him. one on his neck, firm and warm, and the other fisted in the front of his shirt and jeff's first thought is that david's going down - billy mentioned he was having trouble standing. instinctively, jeff's hands find david's torso, palms splayed around his rib cage and ready to catch him, brace his weight. he's speaking before he's even turned his head. ]
Easy—
[ but whatever he'd been about to say is immediately cut off and tucked away into david's mouth almost the second he turns to look at him, the hand at the back of his neck pulling him in with almost no effort.
it's... easy, to get caught up. it's david, and jeff's maybe a little more gone on him than he'd readily admit. he makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, just a single low note that sounds more caught off guard than anything else, his fingers flexing against david's ribs. it takes a only a second or two for his brain to catch up, to remember that - they are not alone and that this is unlike david (and himself) to be so openly... affectionate with other people around, and just as billy grips his shoulder, jeff pulls back. pushes gently but a little urgently at david's ribs to try and get a little bit separation, but doesn't take his hands off of him. ]
Uhh.
[ jeff clears his throat, absently swipes his tongue over his lower lip as he looks at david, brows pinching and then lifting. what is going on here. what is going. on. ]
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jeff's eyes shift, already looking for the aforementioned bottle before billy even gestures. orange, right? maybe one of them should grab it - safely - and bring it back to camp so someone with a little more knowledge can figure out what it is and how to combat it, or at the very least, find somewhere to dump it out where no one else can get into it by accident. before he can find it, though—
—there are hands on him. one on his neck, firm and warm, and the other fisted in the front of his shirt and jeff's first thought is that david's going down - billy mentioned he was having trouble standing. instinctively, jeff's hands find david's torso, palms splayed around his rib cage and ready to catch him, brace his weight. he's speaking before he's even turned his head. ]
Easy—
[ but whatever he'd been about to say is immediately cut off and tucked away into david's mouth almost the second he turns to look at him, the hand at the back of his neck pulling him in with almost no effort.
it's... easy, to get caught up. it's david, and jeff's maybe a little more gone on him than he'd readily admit. he makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, just a single low note that sounds more caught off guard than anything else, his fingers flexing against david's ribs. it takes a only a second or two for his brain to catch up, to remember that - they are not alone and that this is unlike david (and himself) to be so openly... affectionate with other people around, and just as billy grips his shoulder, jeff pulls back. pushes gently but a little urgently at david's ribs to try and get a little bit separation, but doesn't take his hands off of him. ]
Uhh.
[ jeff clears his throat, absently swipes his tongue over his lower lip as he looks at david, brows pinching and then lifting. what is going on here. what is going. on. ]