[ jeff tilts his head slightly, his mouth pulling downward at the corners a bit like he's really, genuinely considering the logistics of being able to sleep on himself, though its really just for david's entertainment. in the end, he sighs like he's conceding to the point, absently squeezing david's hand when he tugs on jeff's.
and then he loosens his grip, carefully eases his his hand out of david's, and only pauses for a moment before sitting up a bit. then, with only a little bit of uncertainty, he reaches back over his shoulders and grabs two handfuls of his shirt, pulling it off over his head and reaching slightly to drop it with david's.
if they're going to hang out here and try to get some - normal sleep in a normal(ish) bed, he might as well make the most of it, right? it only makes sense try and be as comfortable as possible, and if he were back home, for real, in his own bed, he wouldn't be sleeping (or attempting to sleep) in a shirt.
jeff clears his throat quietly, then attempts to settle again. ]
[ 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. ]
[ the thing about jeff is that he doesn't really care too much about what people think about him, both in general and in a more... intimate sense, but it didn't always used to be that way. when he was younger, a teenager and even a bit into his very early twenties, he gave a damn. people perceived him as intimidating when he was just - quiet, they saw him as stoic when he was just introverted. unattractive, because of the gnarly scar bisecting his left eye, his scattering of tattoos. it used to bother him, a little bit, being judged, but he learned to pour his attention in his time into other, less anxiety-triggering things.
but he's also changed a lot, from then to now. taller by far, and nowhere near as lean or as gangling as he used to be. softer. and he's fine with that, comfortable for the most part, even, but it's hard not to feel at least a little bit vulnerable in the moment. jeff likes david, a lot. it's hard not to think about whether david will still be as into him as he seems, now that he's seen more of him.
but jeff tries. he comes back to david and he focuses instead on the fact that for the first time in what feels like eternity at this point, he might get to sleep for a couple of hours in an actual bed. uninterrupted, if they're lucky. it takes jeff a few beats to figure out how exactly he wants to settle, but eventually he ends up on his side, nudged up close to david, and he puts an arm over him and his cheek on his shoulder. ]
[ david smiles, warm and happy when jeff finally settles. lightly trails his fingertips in lines up and down jeff's back and puts his other hand lightly on jeff's forearm, turns his head to kiss the top of jeff's. this is as close to a perfect moment as it could possibly get, and david shifts a little to be able to encourage jeff to curl up to him a little closer if that's even possible. ]
[ easily encouraged and steadily easing into being comfortable, jeff breathes in, then lets it all go in a long, heavy exhale, thumb smoothing an aimless line over one of david's ribs. he inches closer, moves in until he's... practically half on david, draped over him with his face half tucked into his neck, arm flung across his middle.
part of him is mildly anxious just because it's been a while since he's slept in the same bed as someone else, but also because he's a little worried about crossing boundaries. still thinking about the way david had tensed up a little, the first time they had kissed, the mildly panicked look in his eyes before he took off to find a gate. jeff has more context now for that moment, but it doesn't mean it's not still in the back of his mind.
but part of him is... unexpectedly content, too. unwilling to let his anxiety ruin something good. jeff tilts his head up just an inch, just enough so he can kiss the side of david's throat. ]
[ this isn't getting caught up in a moment and letting himself get carried away with something he's tried desperately to keep under wraps, every moment of this has been a choice that he's thought through and made. as much as some part of his mind is loud about its worry over being seen — especially over the idea that ghost face is out there deciding to take photos — he is as calm and content in this moment as he can possibly be. ]
[ david makes a soft, happy noise at jeff's lips on his throat, wraps his arm around him to hold him close and tight — testing the waters a little, maybe, to see what jeff's comfortable with. he closes his eyes on a sigh and brings his other hand up to card his fingers into the front of jeff's hair, to comb his fingers through it as they settle in. ]
[ when david pushes his fingers through his hair, any tension jeff might have still been carrying feels like it melts off and away from him, his body going loose and lax, full weight blanketed over david. jeff's eyes slide closed and he sighs, a quiet, content note skating on the ends of his exhale, and he absently rubs his hand up and down the far side of david's rib cage.
it's probably obvious by now that jeff likes having his hair touched - or maybe he just likes it when david does it, who knows - but it's different like this. it puts him at ease far quicker than it should, helps him relax probably more than he's allowed himself to relax in a long time. jeff opens his eyes half way, traces a lazy pattern with his fingertips against david's ribs, and he murmurs. ]
Gonna put me to sleep real fast if you keep doing that.
[ that's not a complaint by any means, just a fair warning. ]
[ david's laugh is silent save for the low rumble in his chest and he turns his head toward jeff's with a gentle sigh, still running his fingers through jeff's hair in slow, repetitive motions. ]
[ jeff laughs too, though it's lazy and more of a quick exhale of breath out through his nose and a half smile against david's throat. he flattens his hand out against david's side and makes a soft sound of protest, idling for a moment in the rise and fall of david's chest under his palm. ]
Mm. Kinda'd like to enjoy this for more than twenty seconds though.
[ that's a little bit of an exaggeration - jeff wouldn't drift out that quickly, but there's no denying how comfortable he is already, how easily he could nod off if he didn't fight it. that being said though, he adds: ]
[ it's an amused mumble, and david scratches his fingers lightly against a spot on the back of jeff's head affectionately (you know, like one might with a cat or a dog) and continues playing with jeff's hair. something about it is a little calming for him too, a comfortable repetition to let his mind idle and focus in on the warm body halfway on him and his even breaths. ]
[ he almost says something about finding a way to do this again soon, but david worries about both being too presumptuous and about jinxing it, so he keeps that thought to himself. ]
[ it's truly unfair that david managed to find one of jeff's biggest weaknesses this quickly, but... honestly, jeff can't really complain. the gentle scratching at his scalp pulls another low, contented hum from him, deep enough that it could almost, comically, be considered a purr. jeff flexes his fingers against david's side, lets his eyes close again.
and for a minute or two, he's content to just lay there in the silence, warm and comfortable and surprisingly relaxed considering the extremely high risk that comes with what they're doing. by all accounts, his anxiety should be through the roof - and that's not to say he's not anxious at all, but all things considered, it's pretty baseline.
eventually though, jeff's idle petting of david's ribs pauses, and he tenses the slightest bit for the briefest moment. he shifts his head an inch, tilts his chin up a bit like he's trying to look up at david, but all he can really see is the edge of his jaw and the side of his face. ]
Is this— [ he cuts himself off, clears his throat. jeff's voice is low, barely a murmur. ] ... You comfortable? I can - move. If.
[ david is, once those few minutes pass, starting to drift off himself. his breathing evening out, surprisingly calm and content all things considered. even in less intimate moments, jeff's presence is usually a calming influence though, david couldn't really say why, but it makes this far easier than it should be. ]
[ when jeff speaks it startles him a little, something that tapers into a soft and quiet laugh as david makes an attempt to turn his head enough to press a kiss to whatever part of jeff is most accessible. his forehead, probably. ]
[ when david startles, jeff gives his side a gentle, apologetic squeeze, immediately placated by the kiss pressed to his forehead. david wasn't that far off with his comment about feeling like a couple of kids, because that's really how jeff's feeling, but in the best way.
satisfied that he's not imposing or being... unbearable by being too tactile, jeff relaxes again. settles into david, breathes in, and then out nice and slow, hand at david's side curling into a loose fist so he can lazily drag his knuckles back and forth along his rib cage. the steady rise and fall of david's chest, the soft sound of his breathing, the fingers tangled in his hair, the comfort and security of being alone but with someone he trusts explicitly - all of it is enough lull jeff closer toward sleep pretty easily, and though he does try to fight it for a good minute or two, just to linger in the moment for that much longer, sleep does eventually pull him under. ]
[ david probably wasn't once ever this relaxed as a teenager, which is probably kind of sad, but what can you do. he probably wouldn't have appreciated it back then anyway, not like this. the way the sensation of jeff's knuckles moving against his side pulls him back to where he was before jeff spoke, quietly drifting off as easy as if he was in his own bed. easier, probably. ]
[ when he does wake up some hours later, it's with a gentle, cresting surprise as awareness of where he is forms slowly. not the dark of the woods, but the dingy lights of a house in haddonfield. the weight of a body on his that makes him smile when he remembers who it is, and david turns his head to nose lightly at jeff's hair. ]
[ in his time in the fog, jeff's become somewhat of a light sleeper, but something about being in a real bed, warm and comfortable and cuddled up close with someone makes him nearly dead (ha) the world. the couple of hours he manages to sleep for are probably some of the best he's had in a long-ass time, and he doesn't wake once. not until david noses at his hair anyway, as gentle as it is.
jeff breathes in deep though his nose, a little sharper than usual, gently startled awake. he tenses briefly; it takes him a couple of seconds of bleary blinking into the side of david's neck to piece together where he is and who he's with, and when it all clicks into place, he relaxes again with a soft exhale. he slides his hand up david's side, drags it back down. ]
Mn. Okay?
[ his voice is low and rough with sleep, but there's tiny thread of concern laced into his tone, like he's worried david might have been woken by something, and they need to get up and go, instead of waking naturally. he has no idea how long its been, but honestly, he's just surprised they're not waking up in a pool of blood or worse. ]
[ he winces a little at the way jeff wakes up, feeling guilty for it, and he makes a gentle shushing sound like that's gonna do anything. he rubs jeff's back in apology, wanting to just tell him to go back to sleep but fairly certain that it's pointless to bother. ]
Sorry-- weren't tryin' to wake you.
[ his accent is a little more pronounced this fresh from sleep, his own voice rough with it too, and he nuzzles lightly into the top of jeff's head. he knows they shouldn't push their luck too much further, but after all this, a slow and lazy waking seems right. a last bit of peace before they have to return to reality. ]
[ the quiet hushing and the hand on his back eases that brief spike of anxiety pretty quickly, soothing jeff back into somewhere between awake and asleep. he sighs again and nuzzles kind of mindlessly against david's throat for a moment. ]
S'all right. Probably should.
[ wake up, he means, but he makes no immediate effort to do that. like david, he knows they've been extremely lucky so far, and to push their luck beyond its limits would likely end very badly, but. what's five more minutes? when's the last time he was able to take his time waking up instead of snapping awake in the middle of the woods? when's the last time he woke up and some part of him wasn't sore or cramped? if five more minutes is too much to ask, well. so be it. ]
[ what's a few more minutes? it's a dangerous line of thought and even half asleep, david's aware of that much, but he can feel jeff's breath on his throat and his hand on his side and he can't bear to give that up a second sooner than he has to. if they end up slaughtered for it like teens in some schlocky horror movie, he thinks that might be worth it. ]
[ jeff offers a quiet note of agreement, but otherwise, he keeps pretty quiet for the next few minutes or so, slowly easing more and more into the waking world. admittedly, it's a little bit of a struggle to not go straight back to sleep, but he manages by keeping his mind occupied with little things. the warmth of david's skin, the steady pattern of his breathing, the muscle and bone underneath his hand. the sound of his voice, rough around the edges, the slightly thicker accent.
eventually, though, jeff concedes: they have to get moving at some point, either before someone comes looking or their luck runs out. with a sigh, jeff brushes a fleeting kiss against david's neck and then starts to shift, peeling himself away from him and turning onto his back. he stretches his back out, uses one hand to rub his fingers against his eyes, and then paws around by his side for wherever their shirts wound up. not far, apparently, and he drags both over and drops them on david's stomach. he's awake, but maybe not enough to sort out whose is whose. ]
[ 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.
[ jeff laughs more at david's comment than he does at his shirt being piled onto his face, quiet and deep and still a little bit raspy. he drags his shirt off his his head, heaves a heavy sigh, and then sits up so he can "make himself decent". funny, coming from the guy who's ripped and definitely took his shirt off first.
but jeff pulls his shirt on, untucks his hair from underneath his collar, and then rakes his fingers through his hair so he can tie it back. the less it looks like he has bedhead, the better, probably. at least if they're going to attempt to get away with this, anyway. he pulls his hands down over his face when he's done, chasing away any lingering sleepiness, then looks at david. ]
Think we should find something to take back?
[ or just call it an unsuccessful supply run? that took... several hours. ]
[ ugh but jeff looks so good with his hair tied back? how rude. david just watches him for those moments while he's dealing with his hair, and when jeff speaks it makes him jump just the tiniest amount. he shakes his head, shaking that off. supplies, right. ]
Don't think we wanna stick around here much longer.
[ with a slight lift of his brows and a quick, downward turn of his mouth, jeff nods just once. he can't really argue with that. no point in ruining a good thing by overstaying their welcome ("welcome") just for some batteries or bandages to use as a cover story. the likelihood of someone asking where the two of them have been is pretty slim anyway, and it's not like it'd be that hard to paint up a quick excuse.
if jeff doesn't get up now though, he's likely to just stay here forever, so with some reluctance, he kicks his legs over the side of the bed and stands, taking another second to properly stretch his back and his shoulder - which, by some miracle, don't actually ache at all for once - and then he turns and offers a hand out toward david. as if he really needs help getting out of bed. ]
[ well jeff's certainly not going to complain about being kissed, and if he did have a complaint it would just be that it's too brief. he kisses david back, and pointedly doesn't chase after him once he pulls away even though he wants to. if he lets himself get carried away again, they'll never get out of here.
with a gentle pat to david's side, jeff tilts his head toward the door and then steps away from him to start to head out. ]
C'mon. [ and then, quieter, he adds: ] Careful.
[ you know. just in case michael's lurking around somewhere waiting to gut a couple of trespassers. ]
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and then he loosens his grip, carefully eases his his hand out of david's, and only pauses for a moment before sitting up a bit. then, with only a little bit of uncertainty, he reaches back over his shoulders and grabs two handfuls of his shirt, pulling it off over his head and reaching slightly to drop it with david's.
if they're going to hang out here and try to get some - normal sleep in a normal(ish) bed, he might as well make the most of it, right? it only makes sense try and be as comfortable as possible, and if he were back home, for real, in his own bed, he wouldn't be sleeping (or attempting to sleep) in a shirt.
jeff clears his throat quietly, then attempts to settle again. ]
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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. ]
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but he's also changed a lot, from then to now. taller by far, and nowhere near as lean or as gangling as he used to be. softer. and he's fine with that, comfortable for the most part, even, but it's hard not to feel at least a little bit vulnerable in the moment. jeff likes david, a lot. it's hard not to think about whether david will still be as into him as he seems, now that he's seen more of him.
but jeff tries. he comes back to david and he focuses instead on the fact that for the first time in what feels like eternity at this point, he might get to sleep for a couple of hours in an actual bed. uninterrupted, if they're lucky. it takes jeff a few beats to figure out how exactly he wants to settle, but eventually he ends up on his side, nudged up close to david, and he puts an arm over him and his cheek on his shoulder. ]
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part of him is mildly anxious just because it's been a while since he's slept in the same bed as someone else, but also because he's a little worried about crossing boundaries. still thinking about the way david had tensed up a little, the first time they had kissed, the mildly panicked look in his eyes before he took off to find a gate. jeff has more context now for that moment, but it doesn't mean it's not still in the back of his mind.
but part of him is... unexpectedly content, too. unwilling to let his anxiety ruin something good. jeff tilts his head up just an inch, just enough so he can kiss the side of david's throat. ]
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[ david makes a soft, happy noise at jeff's lips on his throat, wraps his arm around him to hold him close and tight — testing the waters a little, maybe, to see what jeff's comfortable with. he closes his eyes on a sigh and brings his other hand up to card his fingers into the front of jeff's hair, to comb his fingers through it as they settle in. ]
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it's probably obvious by now that jeff likes having his hair touched - or maybe he just likes it when david does it, who knows - but it's different like this. it puts him at ease far quicker than it should, helps him relax probably more than he's allowed himself to relax in a long time. jeff opens his eyes half way, traces a lazy pattern with his fingertips against david's ribs, and he murmurs. ]
Gonna put me to sleep real fast if you keep doing that.
[ that's not a complaint by any means, just a fair warning. ]
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That's kinda the point.
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Mm. Kinda'd like to enjoy this for more than twenty seconds though.
[ that's a little bit of an exaggeration - jeff wouldn't drift out that quickly, but there's no denying how comfortable he is already, how easily he could nod off if he didn't fight it. that being said though, he adds: ]
But don't stop.
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[ it's an amused mumble, and david scratches his fingers lightly against a spot on the back of jeff's head affectionately (you know, like one might with a cat or a dog) and continues playing with jeff's hair. something about it is a little calming for him too, a comfortable repetition to let his mind idle and focus in on the warm body halfway on him and his even breaths. ]
[ he almost says something about finding a way to do this again soon, but david worries about both being too presumptuous and about jinxing it, so he keeps that thought to himself. ]
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and for a minute or two, he's content to just lay there in the silence, warm and comfortable and surprisingly relaxed considering the extremely high risk that comes with what they're doing. by all accounts, his anxiety should be through the roof - and that's not to say he's not anxious at all, but all things considered, it's pretty baseline.
eventually though, jeff's idle petting of david's ribs pauses, and he tenses the slightest bit for the briefest moment. he shifts his head an inch, tilts his chin up a bit like he's trying to look up at david, but all he can really see is the edge of his jaw and the side of his face. ]
Is this— [ he cuts himself off, clears his throat. jeff's voice is low, barely a murmur. ] ... You comfortable? I can - move. If.
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[ when jeff speaks it startles him a little, something that tapers into a soft and quiet laugh as david makes an attempt to turn his head enough to press a kiss to whatever part of jeff is most accessible. his forehead, probably. ]
Yeah, I'm comfortable.
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satisfied that he's not imposing or being... unbearable by being too tactile, jeff relaxes again. settles into david, breathes in, and then out nice and slow, hand at david's side curling into a loose fist so he can lazily drag his knuckles back and forth along his rib cage. the steady rise and fall of david's chest, the soft sound of his breathing, the fingers tangled in his hair, the comfort and security of being alone but with someone he trusts explicitly - all of it is enough lull jeff closer toward sleep pretty easily, and though he does try to fight it for a good minute or two, just to linger in the moment for that much longer, sleep does eventually pull him under. ]
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[ when he does wake up some hours later, it's with a gentle, cresting surprise as awareness of where he is forms slowly. not the dark of the woods, but the dingy lights of a house in haddonfield. the weight of a body on his that makes him smile when he remembers who it is, and david turns his head to nose lightly at jeff's hair. ]
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jeff breathes in deep though his nose, a little sharper than usual, gently startled awake. he tenses briefly; it takes him a couple of seconds of bleary blinking into the side of david's neck to piece together where he is and who he's with, and when it all clicks into place, he relaxes again with a soft exhale. he slides his hand up david's side, drags it back down. ]
Mn. Okay?
[ his voice is low and rough with sleep, but there's tiny thread of concern laced into his tone, like he's worried david might have been woken by something, and they need to get up and go, instead of waking naturally. he has no idea how long its been, but honestly, he's just surprised they're not waking up in a pool of blood or worse. ]
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Sorry-- weren't tryin' to wake you.
[ his accent is a little more pronounced this fresh from sleep, his own voice rough with it too, and he nuzzles lightly into the top of jeff's head. he knows they shouldn't push their luck too much further, but after all this, a slow and lazy waking seems right. a last bit of peace before they have to return to reality. ]
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S'all right. Probably should.
[ wake up, he means, but he makes no immediate effort to do that. like david, he knows they've been extremely lucky so far, and to push their luck beyond its limits would likely end very badly, but. what's five more minutes? when's the last time he was able to take his time waking up instead of snapping awake in the middle of the woods? when's the last time he woke up and some part of him wasn't sore or cramped? if five more minutes is too much to ask, well. so be it. ]
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[ what's a few more minutes? it's a dangerous line of thought and even half asleep, david's aware of that much, but he can feel jeff's breath on his throat and his hand on his side and he can't bear to give that up a second sooner than he has to. if they end up slaughtered for it like teens in some schlocky horror movie, he thinks that might be worth it. ]
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eventually, though, jeff concedes: they have to get moving at some point, either before someone comes looking or their luck runs out. with a sigh, jeff brushes a fleeting kiss against david's neck and then starts to shift, peeling himself away from him and turning onto his back. he stretches his back out, uses one hand to rub his fingers against his eyes, and then paws around by his side for wherever their shirts wound up. not far, apparently, and he drags both over and drops them on david's stomach. he's awake, but maybe not enough to sort out whose is whose. ]
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Here. [ and then he dumps jeff's shirt on his face. romance. ] Make yourself decent.
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but jeff pulls his shirt on, untucks his hair from underneath his collar, and then rakes his fingers through his hair so he can tie it back. the less it looks like he has bedhead, the better, probably. at least if they're going to attempt to get away with this, anyway. he pulls his hands down over his face when he's done, chasing away any lingering sleepiness, then looks at david. ]
Think we should find something to take back?
[ or just call it an unsuccessful supply run? that took... several hours. ]
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Don't think we wanna stick around here much longer.
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if jeff doesn't get up now though, he's likely to just stay here forever, so with some reluctance, he kicks his legs over the side of the bed and stands, taking another second to properly stretch his back and his shoulder - which, by some miracle, don't actually ache at all for once - and then he turns and offers a hand out toward david. as if he really needs help getting out of bed. ]
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Let's head back.
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with a gentle pat to david's side, jeff tilts his head toward the door and then steps away from him to start to head out. ]
C'mon. [ and then, quieter, he adds: ] Careful.
[ you know. just in case michael's lurking around somewhere waiting to gut a couple of trespassers. ]
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i hate these idiots
leave them alone they're doing their best
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