He could argue the point - he hadn't spent that much time setting it up, he could've grabbed more pillows or the cushions from the couch, but it's a little difficult to start pointing out all the flaws and mistakes when Daryl's already making himself comfortable in it. It's even more difficult when it appears as though Daryl's made himself comfortable enough to pass out into a pillow. That's ... unexpected, surprising Jeremy for a moment, but he could only smile and feel a little glad the other man's able to relax some. Their kind, they don't always have it easy.
At least his pillow fort was providing the desired comfort they both needed, after a trying day. He figures, at first, that Daryl's gone to sleep and will be for a while. And he doesn't mind it, opting for one of the handhelds he brought while Daryl rests. He looks over at his companion after a few minutes, wondering if he should pull the blanket further up over his shoulders to make sure the other stays warm. But Daryl starts to stir the moment he reaches his hand out to do that, and he quickly pulls back.
He does notice the way Daryl favours his one shoulder briefly, and he wonders if he should ask about it. But he stays quiet about it for now, since it's not necessarily his business and maybe he's just reading too much into small gestures. He shouldn't be prying. Everyone has their own secrets and problems. Instead, he should just enjoy the quiet peacefulness of the moment, and be glad for the company. He's far from social, especially where other vampires are concerned, but it's different with Daryl. No pressure to put up a confident front, just the two of them getting away from it all, shutting the world out around them.
"-- oh ..." The conversation does surprise him a bit, thinking Daryl had been asleep while he was distracted with his game (and briefly worrying he'd been making too much noise with it and woke him up.) He didn't know Daryl was actually looking out for him, and though he almost wants to ask why he'd even bother, he keeps it to himself. And it's true, there'd been problems and more than a few incidents happening, enough to cause a public commotion now and then between rival clans. "It's ... you know how vampires are. They're assholes. Not picking a side makes you a target."
It probably sounds more serious than it is, despite how casually he answers the question. Jeremy's halfway decent at combat, but far better at hiding. He leans back against the pillows, the two of them close but not breaching any personal boundaries, except maybe when he does absently reach over to tuck a few stray hairs back against Daryl's head, and he quickly draws his hand back again when he realizes what he's doing.
no subject
At least his pillow fort was providing the desired comfort they both needed, after a trying day. He figures, at first, that Daryl's gone to sleep and will be for a while. And he doesn't mind it, opting for one of the handhelds he brought while Daryl rests. He looks over at his companion after a few minutes, wondering if he should pull the blanket further up over his shoulders to make sure the other stays warm. But Daryl starts to stir the moment he reaches his hand out to do that, and he quickly pulls back.
He does notice the way Daryl favours his one shoulder briefly, and he wonders if he should ask about it. But he stays quiet about it for now, since it's not necessarily his business and maybe he's just reading too much into small gestures. He shouldn't be prying. Everyone has their own secrets and problems. Instead, he should just enjoy the quiet peacefulness of the moment, and be glad for the company. He's far from social, especially where other vampires are concerned, but it's different with Daryl. No pressure to put up a confident front, just the two of them getting away from it all, shutting the world out around them.
"-- oh ..." The conversation does surprise him a bit, thinking Daryl had been asleep while he was distracted with his game (and briefly worrying he'd been making too much noise with it and woke him up.) He didn't know Daryl was actually looking out for him, and though he almost wants to ask why he'd even bother, he keeps it to himself. And it's true, there'd been problems and more than a few incidents happening, enough to cause a public commotion now and then between rival clans. "It's ... you know how vampires are. They're assholes. Not picking a side makes you a target."
It probably sounds more serious than it is, despite how casually he answers the question. Jeremy's halfway decent at combat, but far better at hiding. He leans back against the pillows, the two of them close but not breaching any personal boundaries, except maybe when he does absently reach over to tuck a few stray hairs back against Daryl's head, and he quickly draws his hand back again when he realizes what he's doing.
"S-Sorry. You, uh, had some stickin' out."