[ 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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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. ]