[ it probably says something about jeff that he actually pauses to consider the question. what is says about him is anyone's guess, but it's probably nothing good. absently, he runs his hand up david's back, loosely cups the back of his neck and then squeezes gently as he thinks about it.
it would be really nice to sleep in a real bed. really fucking nice. between the both of them, david's more likely to be noted as missing before jeff is, but the people who're close enough to david to notice his absence are also probably the people who know not to worry about him too quickly. jeff can't say if anyone would notice, isn't sure if anyone even saw them leave.
and what's the worst that could happen, honestly? they get some actually decent sleep for once for a couple hours before michael finds them? they die in their sleep? admittedly, jeff can't say being murdered in his sleep sounds... terrible. he likely wouldn't even know. and who knows, maybe they'll keep riding this wave of luck and nothing will happen to them at all. either way, the odds seem... not not in their favor.
how fucked up is it that he's willing to risk a knife in the gut to sleep in an actual bed? probably less fucked up than being trapped in an endless cycle of being hunted and slaughtered. jeff absently kneads the back of david's neck, wets his lips. he offers a half shrug. ]
People are gone from camp all the time. [ granted, it's usually because they've been summoned to a trial, but still. the pros of staying here are really starting to outweigh the cons the longer jeff thinks about it. ] Christ knows my back could use a break...
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it would be really nice to sleep in a real bed. really fucking nice. between the both of them, david's more likely to be noted as missing before jeff is, but the people who're close enough to david to notice his absence are also probably the people who know not to worry about him too quickly. jeff can't say if anyone would notice, isn't sure if anyone even saw them leave.
and what's the worst that could happen, honestly? they get some actually decent sleep for once for a couple hours before michael finds them? they die in their sleep? admittedly, jeff can't say being murdered in his sleep sounds... terrible. he likely wouldn't even know. and who knows, maybe they'll keep riding this wave of luck and nothing will happen to them at all. either way, the odds seem... not not in their favor.
how fucked up is it that he's willing to risk a knife in the gut to sleep in an actual bed? probably less fucked up than being trapped in an endless cycle of being hunted and slaughtered. jeff absently kneads the back of david's neck, wets his lips. he offers a half shrug. ]
People are gone from camp all the time. [ granted, it's usually because they've been summoned to a trial, but still. the pros of staying here are really starting to outweigh the cons the longer jeff thinks about it. ] Christ knows my back could use a break...
[ ha ha. jk. un. less. ]