[ david wouldn't dream of stopping jeff from playing with the paints. he stays in bed, a little dazed by how adorable that was, and gets to ordering in a couple of veggie curries and whatnot. takes the opportunity to make a phonecall to uncle brass about taking some time off that goes... better than he anticipated really. significantly so. it makes him a little anxious, but david decides it's just because he's been busting his ass since he got back. ]
[ none of that takes very long, about ten minutes later david's coming out of the bedroom after pulling on a pair of sweatpants. or at least as far as the doorway where he lingers when he spots jeff, leaning against the frame and watching him with another of those small, awestruck smiles. ]
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[ none of that takes very long, about ten minutes later david's coming out of the bedroom after pulling on a pair of sweatpants. or at least as far as the doorway where he lingers when he spots jeff, leaning against the frame and watching him with another of those small, awestruck smiles. ]