Dallas seemed happy enough. Too happy? Sad? His eyes were so bloodshot, they noticed now they were standing closer to their roommate whose body acted as a shade for the siren. Questioned on what the whole watery business was about the taller man brought his hands to his eyes, rubbing them while speaking of metal where it shouldn't be.
Immediately, Hadley's hands moved to seize Dallas's, because what the fuck, Dallas???
“Okay, slow your roll there; don't rub everything into the back of your skull,” they tutted, alarmed. Gently, as soon as they were certain those hands weren't moving back up to screw possible metal sharp bits into delicate eyeballs, Hadley brought their own hands to their roommate's face, fingertips ghosting over their (hot, red, possibly sunburned) cheeks.
“Let me take a look - we don't want you losing an eye before we even open the truck...”
Immediately, Hadley's hands moved to seize Dallas's, because what the fuck, Dallas???
“Okay, slow your roll there; don't rub everything into the back of your skull,” they tutted, alarmed. Gently, as soon as they were certain those hands weren't moving back up to screw possible metal sharp bits into delicate eyeballs, Hadley brought their own hands to their roommate's face, fingertips ghosting over their (hot, red, possibly sunburned) cheeks.
“Let me take a look - we don't want you losing an eye before we even open the truck...”