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ᴊᴇғғ ᴊᴏʜᴀɴsᴇɴ. ([personal profile] microbreweries) wrote in [personal profile] hardlydead 2023-01-22 12:12 am (UTC)

[ when david moves to slide out of his lap, jeff lets his hand skim from his neck to about halfway down his spine before david's out of his reach. he watches him curiously for a beat, still unsure about whether or not they've decided to stay. ultimately, it's up to david, in jeff's opinion - whatever he decides he wants to do, jeff's in, so long as it means he gets to commandeer a little more of his time.

david summons him, though. looks up at him and smiles and tells him to come here and something in jeff's chest vibrates a little. he can't help the quiet huff of a laugh that escapes him, nor can help the lopsided smile that tugs at one side of his mouth or the sad attempt to hide it. jeff shakes his head, lightly squeezing david's hand that's still tangled with his.

this is a stupid idea. jeff can admit that much, but it's probably not the stupidest idea either one of them has had by far. as far as jeff is concerned, the risk is worth the reward no matter how you spin it, at least this once. he raises his eyebrows slightly at david. ]


Mm? [ he's not questioning david's claim of being a good pillow, but merely acknowledging it. jeff starts to shift, working on getting more comfortable, all without letting go of david's hand. it's hard to tell if he even realizes he's still holding it. ] Not as impressive as a great pillow.

[ jeff says this nonchalantly, settles, glances at david again. ]

That's me. By the way.

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