[ There's still more staring than he's used to. More staring than 'we're in the wilderness and there's nothing else to look at' staring and more than 'did you just grow an extra head or is it just me' staring. He notes his own breathing - paced - and Ray's - somewhat unsteady - and resists the urge to lick his lips, dry as they are from...yes, it must just be the temperature. ]
Naturally.
Doesn't sound nervous at all. Nope. He's done this plenty of times--the stripping thing. That's not even counting the quick changes he'd made in the back of the Buick. But this is very different, and he does sound nervous, because as clueless as he's playing there's the rest of the conversation, and Ray leaning closer, and there's no way to wriggle out of breeches in a close, tight environment that isn't a little embarrassing when it comes right down to it. But he does at least try. At least in his case he's not flopping like a beached whale. It's a step up. ]
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Naturally.
Doesn't sound nervous at all. Nope. He's done this plenty of times--the stripping thing. That's not even counting the quick changes he'd made in the back of the Buick. But this is very different, and he does sound nervous, because as clueless as he's playing there's the rest of the conversation, and Ray leaning closer, and there's no way to wriggle out of breeches in a close, tight environment that isn't a little embarrassing when it comes right down to it. But he does at least try. At least in his case he's not flopping like a beached whale. It's a step up. ]