[ if jeff could easily reach his flashlight, he'd click it in david's face again just for that look he gives him, that stupid little knowing smirk. because it's conveniently out of reach, tucked away in his back pocket (and actually starting to get uncomfortable at this point), he settles for lightly thumping the back of his hand against david's chest as if telling him to cut it out, all without letting go of david's hand.
when david asks how long it's been, jeff takes his other hand off of david's back and leans back a little so he can look down at his own wrist - where there is, unsurprisingly, not a watch. just a bunch of black ink. jeff narrows his eyes anyway for a moment, then looks up at david with a casual shrug. ]
No idea. [ :). ] Hour, maybe?
[ which isn't a terribly long time for anyone to be gone looking for supplies or checking out whatever new bullshit's happened to crop up, but still. ]
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when david asks how long it's been, jeff takes his other hand off of david's back and leans back a little so he can look down at his own wrist - where there is, unsurprisingly, not a watch. just a bunch of black ink. jeff narrows his eyes anyway for a moment, then looks up at david with a casual shrug. ]
No idea. [ :). ] Hour, maybe?
[ which isn't a terribly long time for anyone to be gone looking for supplies or checking out whatever new bullshit's happened to crop up, but still. ]