[ if jeff's gaze lingers, david doesn't notice. too busy doing a mental check to make sure he's okay, but if he's hurt any more than he's realized it can probably wait until they're back at the campfire. if he had to guess, he'd suspect he just got popped in the face and cuffed to the bar because he was getting a bit rowdy, but it doesn't seem like any of those lot to just leave him there. ]
[ whatever, he'll figure it out later. ]
Yeah. [ there's a slight limp when david starts walking in the direction gestured, he figures it's just stiffness that'll work itself out as he moves, and he glances at jeff with a small, tired smile. ] Better get going.
[ at the same time, he wipes under his nose with that bandana and hisses when the dried flakes of blood pull at the shaved hairs there. maybe that can wait until he can wash it with water. ]
[ small talk's not jeff's thing - at least when he's the one leading it - so he just nods in response to david's tired smile, his own smile making a quick, fleeting appearance at the edges of his mouth. he follows after david, noting the subtle limp but not commenting on it yet. jeff casts one last look over his shoulder, takes a quick glance around the saloon just to make sure they haven't been being watched this entire time, unnoticed, and once he's satisfied that they're in the clear at least for now, he turns his attention back to david.
once they're out of the saloon and wandering through the small ghost town, jeff shifts to walk beside david instead of behind him. after a beat, he glances his way, his expression slightly apologetic. ]
Shoulda brought water or something. [ for david, he means. ] Figured you'd want to get out of here as soon as possible, didn't really - cross my mind until now.
[ jeff scratches at his beard, following the edge of his jaw for a moment before he drops his hand. a crow startles near him, and he murmurs a quiet jesus under his breath before offering an apology. ]
[ that's sweet. david huffs a small laugh, fond and appreciative, and reaches out with his (good) arm to pat jeff on the shoulder. ]
Done plenty already, man, you're good.
[ he shoves his hands in the jacket pockets as they walk, uncaring if they're being watched or not. david's only real concern is whether or not he's about to get murdered, and it seems like the answer is very much no — at least for now — and if someone wants to just stare at him rather than stab him in the gut then fair enough. ]
[ (honestly part of him just assumes ghost face is watching most of the time anyway.) ]
[ if jeff seems at all paranoid (and maybe he is, but only the slightest bit), it's because there are people like ghost face out there who will just sit and stalk in silence until they get bored enough to come and plunge a knife into your guts, and while that's... nothing new for either of them, the thought is still unpleasant. even more so outside of trials.
but jeff keeps walking, keeping relatively close to david's side, but leaving enough space to not come off as invasive or weird, and only glances over his shoulder once more, his attention pulled back by david's hand patting his shoulder. he offers a brief smile back.
for a minute or two, jeff's content to let the silence sit between them, no uncomfortable desire to fill it with anything small or useless. eventually, though, he asks: ]
So, uh. You remember who you pissed off?
[ his eyebrows lift almost teasingly, the corner of his mouth pulling slightly up and to one side in the faintest of smirks. ]
Enough to leave me handcuffed in Glenvale? Probably Leon.
[ he says it with a bit of a laugh, like it's just a funny thing between friends. truthfully he can't imagine leon leaving someone on a killer's turf, but if they were drunk, maybe he forgot. ]
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[ if jeff's gaze lingers, david doesn't notice. too busy doing a mental check to make sure he's okay, but if he's hurt any more than he's realized it can probably wait until they're back at the campfire. if he had to guess, he'd suspect he just got popped in the face and cuffed to the bar because he was getting a bit rowdy, but it doesn't seem like any of those lot to just leave him there. ]
[ whatever, he'll figure it out later. ]
Yeah. [ there's a slight limp when david starts walking in the direction gestured, he figures it's just stiffness that'll work itself out as he moves, and he glances at jeff with a small, tired smile. ] Better get going.
[ at the same time, he wipes under his nose with that bandana and hisses when the dried flakes of blood pull at the shaved hairs there. maybe that can wait until he can wash it with water. ]
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once they're out of the saloon and wandering through the small ghost town, jeff shifts to walk beside david instead of behind him. after a beat, he glances his way, his expression slightly apologetic. ]
Shoulda brought water or something. [ for david, he means. ] Figured you'd want to get out of here as soon as possible, didn't really - cross my mind until now.
[ jeff scratches at his beard, following the edge of his jaw for a moment before he drops his hand. a crow startles near him, and he murmurs a quiet jesus under his breath before offering an apology. ]
Sorry.
[ how canadian of him. ]
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Done plenty already, man, you're good.
[ he shoves his hands in the jacket pockets as they walk, uncaring if they're being watched or not. david's only real concern is whether or not he's about to get murdered, and it seems like the answer is very much no — at least for now — and if someone wants to just stare at him rather than stab him in the gut then fair enough. ]
[ (honestly part of him just assumes ghost face is watching most of the time anyway.) ]
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but jeff keeps walking, keeping relatively close to david's side, but leaving enough space to not come off as invasive or weird, and only glances over his shoulder once more, his attention pulled back by david's hand patting his shoulder. he offers a brief smile back.
for a minute or two, jeff's content to let the silence sit between them, no uncomfortable desire to fill it with anything small or useless. eventually, though, he asks: ]
So, uh. You remember who you pissed off?
[ his eyebrows lift almost teasingly, the corner of his mouth pulling slightly up and to one side in the faintest of smirks. ]
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[ he says it with a bit of a laugh, like it's just a funny thing between friends. truthfully he can't imagine leon leaving someone on a killer's turf, but if they were drunk, maybe he forgot. ]