[ well, this could have gone... better. also could have gone a lot worse, but there'll be plenty of time later for jeff to feel mildly anxious and slightly uncomfortable about billy having witnessed david in a vulnerable state. jeff doesn't know the kid even half as well as david very obviously does, but he does know that billy has a little bit of a tendency to be an asshole, intentional or not. talks a lot of shit, especially when he feels threatened, which jeff doesn't really fault him for, but —
this is probably a lot. jeff just hopes he keeps his mouth shut, at least until this whole thing can be properly addressed.
for now, though, jeff waits until billy's footsteps are distant and tapering before he shifts his attention to david. the hand on the side of his neck shifted around to the back of it at some point, probably when david was leaning and pressing in to be... affectionate, and jeff squeezes lightly, almost as if in acknowledgement. he looks down at the side of david's face, inhales. shifts his gaze out toward the chapel, the damaged pews, the tattered tapestries. jeff's never properly been to church a day in his life. if it wasn't for the fact that he's witnessed many people get slaughtered right here in the middle of the chapel, he'd maybe feel a little guilty— ]
Hey. [ he looks down at david again, smooths a rough thumb behind his ear. his voice is low, quiet, and he braces his other hand against david's ribs, applying gentle pressure in a slow attempt to try and walk him backwards. ] C'mon. You wanna sit down...?
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this is probably a lot. jeff just hopes he keeps his mouth shut, at least until this whole thing can be properly addressed.
for now, though, jeff waits until billy's footsteps are distant and tapering before he shifts his attention to david. the hand on the side of his neck shifted around to the back of it at some point, probably when david was leaning and pressing in to be... affectionate, and jeff squeezes lightly, almost as if in acknowledgement. he looks down at the side of david's face, inhales. shifts his gaze out toward the chapel, the damaged pews, the tattered tapestries. jeff's never properly been to church a day in his life. if it wasn't for the fact that he's witnessed many people get slaughtered right here in the middle of the chapel, he'd maybe feel a little guilty— ]
Hey. [ he looks down at david again, smooths a rough thumb behind his ear. his voice is low, quiet, and he braces his other hand against david's ribs, applying gentle pressure in a slow attempt to try and walk him backwards. ] C'mon. You wanna sit down...?