[Jeff is fully and tipsily unwilling to acknowledge how completely nonsensical that unit of measurement here.]

What an ass.

[Said with that same good humor, but his hands flex a bit uncomfortably in his pockets.]

Hey, man, uh-

[He clears his throat, awkward.]

Worried I might, uh. Unravel a little bit. When we're alone. It's cool if you wanna just give me a minute when we get there.

[Jeff is fairly sure he's going to cry, and while it's been firmly established that David still cares about him, he's still not going to assume he wants to be there for that.

And if nothing else, the pressure building up this time feels like relief, gratitude, instead of despair.]