[ he doesn't take too much advantage of the opportunity - he feels out the marks, the slowing pulse, the edges of his shoulders and collarbones. there's only so much that can be done like this, but it's not a thought he dwells on. david's not arguing. he's barely even moving.
eventually he does back off, letting go with a little more care than on past meetings so that david doesn't immediately pitch off the workbench and onto the floor. funny as that might be, it'd lead to the sort of argument he's not in the mood for right now. when he's fairly certain david's stable he pulls his waders back up, and only then does he glance around for his mask, which david set aside, out of range of being knocked over and upright.
he doesn't grab it. not right away. right now, he doesn't have to. ]
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eventually he does back off, letting go with a little more care than on past meetings so that david doesn't immediately pitch off the workbench and onto the floor. funny as that might be, it'd lead to the sort of argument he's not in the mood for right now. when he's fairly certain david's stable he pulls his waders back up, and only then does he glance around for his mask, which david set aside, out of range of being knocked over and upright.
he doesn't grab it. not right away. right now, he doesn't have to. ]