[ he just doesn't think he's ever going to be comfortable enough to clean his ass around evan, okay. ]
[ cleaning up at all isn't on his mind just yet anyway. when evan moves away, david leans back on an elbow, drags a hand over his face, through his hair. almost laughs when he looks down at himself — shirt bunched up under his armpits, the weight of his jeans hanging off one leg, the mess on his stomach, or rather most of it unhelpfully pooled at his crotch. he looks a state. ]
Haven't got a towel or anythin', have you?
[ he hasn't noticed the bucket and therefore isn't expecting anything at all, but he'd love to feel at least 10% less gross and sticky before he leaves. ]
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[ cleaning up at all isn't on his mind just yet anyway. when evan moves away, david leans back on an elbow, drags a hand over his face, through his hair. almost laughs when he looks down at himself — shirt bunched up under his armpits, the weight of his jeans hanging off one leg, the mess on his stomach, or rather most of it unhelpfully pooled at his crotch. he looks a state. ]
Haven't got a towel or anythin', have you?
[ he hasn't noticed the bucket and therefore isn't expecting anything at all, but he'd love to feel at least 10% less gross and sticky before he leaves. ]