[ david makes a noise of complaint when jeff pulls away, but he's right, they should get moving. he rubs at his eyes with the heels of his hands and sighs, forcing himself to sit up. okay. fine. he's awake. raises his arms out over his head in a stretch and then picks up their shirts from where they ended up in his lap. it takes him maybe a few moments longer than it should to tell whose is whose, but eventually david manages to figure out which one is his and pulls it on. ]
Here. [ and then he dumps jeff's shirt on his face. romance. ] Make yourself decent.
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Here. [ and then he dumps jeff's shirt on his face. romance. ] Make yourself decent.