Josh sits still and lets Dwayne make his inspection... and maybe has himself a nice, long look at a pair of very pretty eyes, so it's not a bad trade, really. "Yeah, I've had plenty worse. This one's not too bad, really." He shrugs, massive shoulders twitching up and down, and one side of his mouth twitches up into a cockeyed half-smile as he takes the ice bag and holds it gingerly to the knot on his head. He winces a little at the initial contact, but it definitely feels good after that.
"Yeah, that too. An' it's not like I don't stand out plenty already." No point pretending otherwise, after all, and he actually sounds a bit apologetic, though it's not like he has any control over it. There aren't a hell of a lot of men his size in the world outside of professional sports, after all, and he tends to attract a fair amount of rubbernecking.
"Sounds like a plan." When he pushes back to his feet this time he's a little steadier, though he sways for a second before he catches his balance. He takes a moment to shrug off the suit coat and lay it at the foot of the bed, then follow it with the tie, and he feels more comfortable immediately. He's really not the suit and tie type. He huffs a laugh, followed by a quick wince, and smiles sheepishly at Dwayne. "Yeah, kinda outgrew escaping out bathroom windows by the time I was sixteen or so. Sneaky takes me a bit more effort than most." But he manages it just fine when he has to... he just doesn't include things like bathroom windows in his potential escape routes when making alternate plans. "Just rap on the door when you're ready for me to come out," he advises, before slipping through said door and closing it behind him. He's really looking forward to washing away some of the anxiety sweat from this whole clusterfuck.
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Date: 2014-12-03 12:29 am (UTC)"Yeah, that too. An' it's not like I don't stand out plenty already." No point pretending otherwise, after all, and he actually sounds a bit apologetic, though it's not like he has any control over it. There aren't a hell of a lot of men his size in the world outside of professional sports, after all, and he tends to attract a fair amount of rubbernecking.
"Sounds like a plan." When he pushes back to his feet this time he's a little steadier, though he sways for a second before he catches his balance. He takes a moment to shrug off the suit coat and lay it at the foot of the bed, then follow it with the tie, and he feels more comfortable immediately. He's really not the suit and tie type. He huffs a laugh, followed by a quick wince, and smiles sheepishly at Dwayne. "Yeah, kinda outgrew escaping out bathroom windows by the time I was sixteen or so. Sneaky takes me a bit more effort than most." But he manages it just fine when he has to... he just doesn't include things like bathroom windows in his potential escape routes when making alternate plans. "Just rap on the door when you're ready for me to come out," he advises, before slipping through said door and closing it behind him. He's really looking forward to washing away some of the anxiety sweat from this whole clusterfuck.