Oh fuck there's a scream, why's Dennis screaming, what's happening, now Jeff's screaming, startled, by the suddenness of it all. As Dennis starts to go down, Jeff sort of stumbles and trips over his own legs in a panicky, uncoordinated flail of too-long limbs, letting go of the other man in the process. At least he lands on his hands and knees. He'll take scraped palms over a damaged guitar any day.

"Whoa fuck what the fuck!" His heart feels like it's trying to leap up through his throat. Fuck. Breathe, Jeff. He twists himself into a sitting position and looks at Dennis, concern knitting at his brows. "What just-- are you okay, man?"