[ as far as aches and pains he's felt over the course of his life, this is barely anything to think about. it hurts, sure, but in a way that's annoying more than anything, the slight twinge when he moves his arm a nuisance that he can't wait to be rid of. he's just never been particularly quiet about it when things hurt either. ]
Yeah. [ he takes the offered hand to pull himself to his feet with a grunt of effort. he's stiff from spending — he assumes — all night sat against the bar, but he'll manage. ] Thanks.
[ jeff only lets go of david's hand once he's sure he's steady on his feet, palm hovering close for a moment or two after just to be sure. he shakes his head slightly at david's 'thanks', like it's no skin off his teeth to have come out here to get him. it's the truth though - he doesn't mind, though a part of him does feel very slightly guilty that he hadn't realized david had been missing. then again, people come and go from camp all the time, between trials and exploring and scavenging for supplies, so it's not uncommon for anyone to be unaccounted for at any given time.
wordlessly, he holds his jacket out for david, giving him that same look - eyebrows slightly raised, questioning. after a beat though, he says ] ... Unless you're adamant about - teaching the crows.
[ the edge of his mouth curls slightly with the hint of a smile. ]
[ david twists his upper body side to side to loosen up his back a little while they stand there, and the thought does occur to him to do a full set of stretches to make sure he's good, but honestly he just wants to be out of glenvale before the deathslinger gets back. ]
[ he takes the jacket with a smile and a nod of gratitude though, an amused rush of breath through his nose at the comment as he slips into it. ]
Nah. Too worried about giving the vultures a looksee.
[ while david twists and gets a quick stretch in, jeff takes the handful of empty seconds to give david one more quick look-over, just to be sure he's not bleeding from anywhere else or sporting an open wound he hasn't registered yet (jeff used to think that sort of thing never really happened in real life, that it was a trope mostly for movies to heighten the drama, but he knows better now. he's been stabbed and slashed and hooked so many times by this point that sometimes it's easy to forget that he hasn't bandaged himself up. sometimes it's easy to prioritize other things over a giant, gaping wound somewhere on his body), and if his eyes linger for a second or two longer than necessary around david's collar as he twists, it's... just because david's got a tattoo tucked away on the side of his neck that catches his attention, and not for any other reason. not that he's never seen it before now, but.
shifting his eyes from david, jeff clears his throat and takes a brief look around the saloon while david pulls on his jacket, idly passing a hand over the bottom half of his face. it seems quiet, which is probably a good thing for them, though it's probably best not to linger long enough for that to change. when david cracks a joke, jeff chuckles a little under his breath, just a quick exhale through his nose and a brief flash of his teeth to show for it. ]
Mm. Lucky they didn't find you. [ the saloon is... wide open. jeff shrugs, and makes a motion to put his hands into his jacket pockets, but remembers too late that he's not wearing it anymore. awkward. ] Too good for them, probably.
[ because they're known for eating dead things. roadkill. anyway. he grabs the little bit of scrap metal from the bar top, pockets it so as to leave as little evidence behind as possible (the cuffs are just going to have to stay clipped around the bar for the sake of time - if one of racoon city's finest wants them back, they'll just have to come and reclaim them), and then tilts his head in the direction of the back door, hidden behind the bar's back. ]
[ 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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Yeah. [ he takes the offered hand to pull himself to his feet with a grunt of effort. he's stiff from spending — he assumes — all night sat against the bar, but he'll manage. ] Thanks.
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wordlessly, he holds his jacket out for david, giving him that same look - eyebrows slightly raised, questioning. after a beat though, he says ] ... Unless you're adamant about - teaching the crows.
[ the edge of his mouth curls slightly with the hint of a smile. ]
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[ he takes the jacket with a smile and a nod of gratitude though, an amused rush of breath through his nose at the comment as he slips into it. ]
Nah. Too worried about giving the vultures a looksee.
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shifting his eyes from david, jeff clears his throat and takes a brief look around the saloon while david pulls on his jacket, idly passing a hand over the bottom half of his face. it seems quiet, which is probably a good thing for them, though it's probably best not to linger long enough for that to change. when david cracks a joke, jeff chuckles a little under his breath, just a quick exhale through his nose and a brief flash of his teeth to show for it. ]
Mm. Lucky they didn't find you. [ the saloon is... wide open. jeff shrugs, and makes a motion to put his hands into his jacket pockets, but remembers too late that he's not wearing it anymore. awkward. ] Too good for them, probably.
[ because they're known for eating dead things. roadkill. anyway. he grabs the little bit of scrap metal from the bar top, pockets it so as to leave as little evidence behind as possible (the cuffs are just going to have to stay clipped around the bar for the sake of time - if one of racoon city's finest wants them back, they'll just have to come and reclaim them), and then tilts his head in the direction of the back door, hidden behind the bar's back. ]
Good?
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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. ]