Josh can't help but flush a little at the pointed, if gentle, barb about his over-enthusiasm. He's not generally prone to over-commit that irrationally, he wouldn't still be around if he was, but something about that situation... it had just struck all the right (or wrong) chords. The thought of what that girl had waiting for her- He cuts off that train of thought as he retreats to the bathroom and sets about washing up, reminding himself that she knows what she's gotten herself into and she did it voluntarily. It helps. A little.
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Normally Josh would be at least somewhat aware of his state of undress and the attention it's drawing, but he's just punchy enough still not to really notice or care. Not that he'd care even if he were operating at full capacity, or at least, not that he'd care in a bad way. He's been managing to enjoy the (sadly, fully clothed) view himself as it is, and the idea of the appreciation being reciprocated wouldn't go amiss.
Right now, though, it's the prospect of stretching out on that bed--a bed that'll actually accommodate his full height without having to curl into a ball or let his feet dangle off the end--that appeals the most. Though, man, at the comment about the bed his eyes flick back to Dwayne, quick enough that he wobbles a bit on his feet for just a moment, and he blinks a couple times before he cracks a cockeyed half smile. Because no way he's lucky enough the guy meant that the way it sorta sounded... and even if he did it's not really the time or place. Though, man, now his minds firmly in the gutter.
"Yeah, you paid for the room, I might as well get your money's worth, right?" And he drapes his shirt over the back of a chair before settling on the edge of the bed and then carefully stretching out. "Oh man, it's almost worth getting clocked to be able to stretch out without me feet hanging off the end." He directs another bright, almost boyish smile Dwayne's way, and it's pretty clear he's legitimately enthused about that simple luxury. But it's been a heck of a long time since he slept in a bed that's actually big enough for him, and there's no reason not to enjoy the simple pleasures when the opportunity arises.
He rolls carefully onto his side, ice pack abandoned for now, and his smile fades to something sleepy and warm. God he's tired. "Plenty of room if you finish up an' wanna crash for a while too," he murmurs, and his eyes are slipping shut as he pats the bed behind him in demonstration. "Be pretty tacky t'monopolize your bed an' all," he adds, but it's trailing off to the point of almost being a mumble... clearly he's either not worried about his safety around Dwayne, or he's just too tired and loopy to care still. Either way, he's asleep in pretty short order.
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Normally Josh would be at least somewhat aware of his state of undress and the attention it's drawing, but he's just punchy enough still not to really notice or care. Not that he'd care even if he were operating at full capacity, or at least, not that he'd care in a bad way. He's been managing to enjoy the (sadly, fully clothed) view himself as it is, and the idea of the appreciation being reciprocated wouldn't go amiss.
Right now, though, it's the prospect of stretching out on that bed--a bed that'll actually accommodate his full height without having to curl into a ball or let his feet dangle off the end--that appeals the most. Though, man, at the comment about the bed his eyes flick back to Dwayne, quick enough that he wobbles a bit on his feet for just a moment, and he blinks a couple times before he cracks a cockeyed half smile. Because no way he's lucky enough the guy meant that the way it sorta sounded... and even if he did it's not really the time or place. Though, man, now his minds firmly in the gutter.
"Yeah, you paid for the room, I might as well get your money's worth, right?" And he drapes his shirt over the back of a chair before settling on the edge of the bed and then carefully stretching out. "Oh man, it's almost worth getting clocked to be able to stretch out without me feet hanging off the end." He directs another bright, almost boyish smile Dwayne's way, and it's pretty clear he's legitimately enthused about that simple luxury. But it's been a heck of a long time since he slept in a bed that's actually big enough for him, and there's no reason not to enjoy the simple pleasures when the opportunity arises.
He rolls carefully onto his side, ice pack abandoned for now, and his smile fades to something sleepy and warm. God he's tired. "Plenty of room if you finish up an' wanna crash for a while too," he murmurs, and his eyes are slipping shut as he pats the bed behind him in demonstration. "Be pretty tacky t'monopolize your bed an' all," he adds, but it's trailing off to the point of almost being a mumble... clearly he's either not worried about his safety around Dwayne, or he's just too tired and loopy to care still. Either way, he's asleep in pretty short order.