[ david pulls a bit of a face when jeff slips his hand out of his grip, but he's instantly mollified when he realises why jeff had to let go of his hand, because that's something david is keenly interested in. though he does jeff the kindness of not staring, buthis gaze does immediately drop to take in jeff's body when he drops the shirt — nothing necessarily surprising about it except maybe the number of tattoos he's managed to fit in there, but that doesn't mean david's any less interested — he knows jeff's baseline is already pretty high when it comes to his anxiety, and david's suddenly aware that this is stuff he doesn't know about jeff. he has no idea how he feels about his own body, in isolation or comparatively, but regardless of the answer he feels like having someone shamelessly check him out might be a lot right now. or maybe that's david's own baggage creeping up around the corners. ]
[ not that david can completely hide that that's what he's doing, but jeff isn't exactly sat up for long and david reaches out with an arm to welcome jeff back to the bed. he's laying on his back for now, but he'll move however to accommodate jeff, mostly fighting the urge to put his hands all over him until they have this arrangement sorted. ]
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[ not that david can completely hide that that's what he's doing, but jeff isn't exactly sat up for long and david reaches out with an arm to welcome jeff back to the bed. he's laying on his back for now, but he'll move however to accommodate jeff, mostly fighting the urge to put his hands all over him until they have this arrangement sorted. ]