[ david snorts, like that's going to happen, but he takes the space with a grunt of pain at the stiffness in his shoulders. puts his forearms down on the table and just kind of... stays there for a bit, catching his breath. it's not the usual post-fuck breathlessness, but deep, panting breaths like recovering from running a mile. ]
[ it's been a lot. and it's not like he didn't enjoy the sex, even if it did kick up a bunch of shit he'd rather not ever think about or feel ever again, but somehow he's more pissed off than when he came in here. doesn't really know what to do with that. or about it. ]
[ he's probably just overthinking things. just needs to catch his breath and get his head on straight. ]
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[ it's been a lot. and it's not like he didn't enjoy the sex, even if it did kick up a bunch of shit he'd rather not ever think about or feel ever again, but somehow he's more pissed off than when he came in here. doesn't really know what to do with that. or about it. ]
[ he's probably just overthinking things. just needs to catch his breath and get his head on straight. ]