[Jeff, meanwhile, knows immediately why the exhibit makes him uncomfortable. His relative silence has, up until now, been pretty companionable - he's enjoyed taking things in, occasionally nudging David when he wants to point something out or make a remark, but now he's silent because it feels like his throat is being squeezed.
The exhibit is about mining, but jeff is reminded instead of the tearing pain of a trap snapping shut on his leg, ripping through denim and skin. He wonders if any of them are fighting for their lives on that estate now. Fuck.
He doesn't quite mean to leave - he doesn't even seem to register David's eyes on his own abruptly paling face. Instead, wordless and fast, Jeff is turning and beelining for the men's bathroom on full autopilot.
Maybe if he hits himself with some cold water the ringing in his ears will stop.]
it's perfect
The exhibit is about mining, but jeff is reminded instead of the tearing pain of a trap snapping shut on his leg, ripping through denim and skin. He wonders if any of them are fighting for their lives on that estate now. Fuck.
He doesn't quite mean to leave - he doesn't even seem to register David's eyes on his own abruptly paling face. Instead, wordless and fast, Jeff is turning and beelining for the men's bathroom on full autopilot.
Maybe if he hits himself with some cold water the ringing in his ears will stop.]