Grins that are wolfish and boyish are just full of Jeff's favorite things, and what can he do, really, when faced with that? It's a good look on Tim, and Jeff, for all his aspirations of being some cool, aloof, laid back rock star, is weak.
He's weak to people who are sharp and clever, driven, big thinkers with bite. And he likes that... that he can actually feel normal around Tim. Not 'normal' like all his problems just fade away into nothing, but 'normal' like they're both fucking weirdos to begin with, so there's a kind of equilibrium. That's the word, right?
Jeff doesn't have any thoughts beyond the here and now. What's going to happen tomorrow, or the day after, or six weeks, or twelve months from now? Who knows. Who cares. He just knows he likes this, right now, and if Tim expects to be impressed, he'll do his best to deliver.
He's already starting to shrug off that flowery thing, which just so happens to be a very fashionable shirt, except-- wait. Hang on. He throws back another swig of Red Bull and sets the can down. Okay. Now he can get to tossing aside that floral shirt.
"Oh yeah--" He tugs his t-shirt up, messing up his hair as he yanks it over his head. "You know, I can hum all of Bohemian Rhapsody while I'm going down--" He stops himself, making a thoughtful face, before looking at Tim all wide and doe-eyed. (Or, at least, it's a decent parody of innocence.) "Too much?"
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He's weak to people who are sharp and clever, driven, big thinkers with bite. And he likes that... that he can actually feel normal around Tim. Not 'normal' like all his problems just fade away into nothing, but 'normal' like they're both fucking weirdos to begin with, so there's a kind of equilibrium. That's the word, right?
Jeff doesn't have any thoughts beyond the here and now. What's going to happen tomorrow, or the day after, or six weeks, or twelve months from now? Who knows. Who cares. He just knows he likes this, right now, and if Tim expects to be impressed, he'll do his best to deliver.
He's already starting to shrug off that flowery thing, which just so happens to be a very fashionable shirt, except-- wait. Hang on. He throws back another swig of Red Bull and sets the can down. Okay. Now he can get to tossing aside that floral shirt.
"Oh yeah--" He tugs his t-shirt up, messing up his hair as he yanks it over his head. "You know, I can hum all of Bohemian Rhapsody while I'm going down--" He stops himself, making a thoughtful face, before looking at Tim all wide and doe-eyed. (Or, at least, it's a decent parody of innocence.) "Too much?"