[ His expression, while still pleasant, definitely shifts to one of mild bemusement when Cam starts to lay his terms out, so to speak. It's not that he's out of line, or that Jeff disagrees with the sentiment. Honestly, his own reasoning for being as rusty as he is, is pretty much identical: casual doesn't fly when you've got a kid to consider.
But it's a funny little reminder that, yes, this is in fact the same man who makes him so anxious that he has to do a hit before meeting Mr. Waltz for dinner.
At least the twinge of "deer-in-headlights" fades the more Cam descends into rambling. Ha. Now they're on equal footing. Jeff doesn't say anything just yet, but there's an amused spark in his eyes as he takes a drink and lets out an agreeable mmhm. Hopefully Cam doesn't take that as Jeff laughing at him in some way.
But now the lamb's here, and god, it looks like a feast. If he thought the bread was good, then this... is probably going to be transcend-fucking-ental. The smell of the spices alone...
The only thing that pulls his attention away from the lamb is the way Cam shifts closer to him, their shoulders nearly touching from the sudden closer proximity. It's impossible not to be mindful of the heat of another person beside him, or the smell of his cologne, spicy and a little smokey. Jeff's not sure if he finds it particularly tempting on Cam, or if he wants a bottle of the stuff for himself.
At the enthusiastic tutorial-- HOW TO EAT DELICIOUS TUNISIAN LAMB-- Jeff breathes out a short laugh through his nose, a sidelong look at Cam as he reaches for some bread to pile the lamb on.
The next words that come out of his mouth are completely the product of weed and wine driven impulse. ]
no subject
But it's a funny little reminder that, yes, this is in fact the same man who makes him so anxious that he has to do a hit before meeting Mr. Waltz for dinner.
At least the twinge of "deer-in-headlights" fades the more Cam descends into rambling. Ha. Now they're on equal footing. Jeff doesn't say anything just yet, but there's an amused spark in his eyes as he takes a drink and lets out an agreeable mmhm. Hopefully Cam doesn't take that as Jeff laughing at him in some way.
But now the lamb's here, and god, it looks like a feast. If he thought the bread was good, then this... is probably going to be transcend-fucking-ental. The smell of the spices alone...
The only thing that pulls his attention away from the lamb is the way Cam shifts closer to him, their shoulders nearly touching from the sudden closer proximity. It's impossible not to be mindful of the heat of another person beside him, or the smell of his cologne, spicy and a little smokey. Jeff's not sure if he finds it particularly tempting on Cam, or if he wants a bottle of the stuff for himself.
At the enthusiastic tutorial-- HOW TO EAT DELICIOUS TUNISIAN LAMB-- Jeff breathes out a short laugh through his nose, a sidelong look at Cam as he reaches for some bread to pile the lamb on.
The next words that come out of his mouth are completely the product of weed and wine driven impulse. ]
Anyone ever tell you you're cute?