Re: In the trees: Mercy/David
David didn't politely avert his gaze. He simply watched and waited, unconcerned that the man he'd just stumbled into was halfway through dressing. Such a thing might not be normal, but when entering a situation, he no longer checked for normalcy. He had other priorities. People's foibles, as long as they weren't hurting anyone, were nothing to get upset about. And he was still capable of noticing the way Mercy has been scrabbling to get his pants back on, which implied that the absence of clothing hadn't been completely voluntary.
"I don't know if it looked like either of those," he said. His tone was muted, his gaze piercing, but he might actually have been amused? Hard to tell. He watched Mercy stuff his feet unceremoniously into his shoes. "You don't have to do that," he pointed out. "Unless you need to run."
He took a breath, which he sometimes reminded himself to do, and looked toward the bonfire. "Were you going to join the party?" he asked. "Or are you in the wrong place at the wrong time?"