[ He snorts out a laugh when Cam puts it like that, a total understatement of just how hyped the world is for Hamilton. Suppose it's hard... Damn right it's hard to say no! Something tells him he's more into the musical than Cam is.
Then again, music is just. Kind of his thing. He's always excited for it. ]
Yeah, well... [ Jeff struggles for a moment to piece together what he's trying to say, get the words in his head and out his mouth without stumbling like an idiot. His eyes flicker down when Cam's fingers brush his knuckles, an odd flutter running through his heart at the touch. And though his fingers twitch a little in surprise, he doesn't move his hand away. It's not like when the odd flirty mom or bar lush strokes his hand. There's something adorably shy and uncertain, at odds with the man he'd assumed Cam was. (The Mr. Waltz of the other teachers' hushed, fearful whispers.)
It's a surprise, but a pleasant one, because he likes this version of Cam a helluva lot more than the stern, quietly dominating man he'd taken him to be. ] I'm glad I didn't take the tickets and run. This is more fun. For me, and, uh, I hope...
[ You. YOU KNOW?
As to the question, uh. That takes him a moment. Jeff finally moves his hand, to scratch the back of his neck, at the hairline. ]
Ahh... Not... actively? I don't really put myself out there, if we're being honest. Between work and Mel-- Melody. My daughter. [ Wait, Cam already knows about Mel. WHAT AN UNNECESSARY EXPLANATION. At least he looks chagrined. ] Who you know about! So I don't know why I mentioned that!
[ HA HA. HA. Here, maybe he can put on a charming smile and salvage. ]
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Then again, music is just. Kind of his thing. He's always excited for it. ]
Yeah, well... [ Jeff struggles for a moment to piece together what he's trying to say, get the words in his head and out his mouth without stumbling like an idiot. His eyes flicker down when Cam's fingers brush his knuckles, an odd flutter running through his heart at the touch. And though his fingers twitch a little in surprise, he doesn't move his hand away. It's not like when the odd flirty mom or bar lush strokes his hand. There's something adorably shy and uncertain, at odds with the man he'd assumed Cam was. (The Mr. Waltz of the other teachers' hushed, fearful whispers.)
It's a surprise, but a pleasant one, because he likes this version of Cam a helluva lot more than the stern, quietly dominating man he'd taken him to be. ] I'm glad I didn't take the tickets and run. This is more fun. For me, and, uh, I hope...
[ You. YOU KNOW?
As to the question, uh. That takes him a moment. Jeff finally moves his hand, to scratch the back of his neck, at the hairline. ]
Ahh... Not... actively? I don't really put myself out there, if we're being honest. Between work and Mel-- Melody. My daughter. [ Wait, Cam already knows about Mel. WHAT AN UNNECESSARY EXPLANATION. At least he looks chagrined. ] Who you know about! So I don't know why I mentioned that!
[ HA HA. HA. Here, maybe he can put on a charming smile and salvage. ]
I might be a little rusty, can you tell?