david breathes a soft, quiet laugh and shakes his head at 'probably', but he nods in understanding. "Think that fella I was talkin' to probably guessed," which makes sense. why else would some random british dude be out here, staying with jeff?

it's totally fine, he's not freaking out even a little. sweaty palms? a little heat under the collar? never.

he pushes away from the counter, brushing right over that with a shrug, "anyway I'll sit on the floor, yeah? You'll do your back in."