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This shit's complicated, okay? I dunno what you want from me here.
honesty.
[ which is what he's been getting, so he really shouldn't be like that. ]
like i said before. don't feel bad about him. it's not gonna turn you into him. same with killing me.
[ which is what he's been getting, so he really shouldn't be like that. ]
like i said before. don't feel bad about him. it's not gonna turn you into him. same with killing me.
[ is evan... trying to reassure him? david would be quick to say he doesn't need it, but he has also been halfway off the fucking deep end. still, it's strange. david isn't really sure how to handle it. ]
I don't feel bad, but thanks.
Besides, not like it would matter here anyway, would it?
I don't feel bad, but thanks.
Besides, not like it would matter here anyway, would it?
not really.
[ which part of him knows isn't actually true, but there's some things they don't talk about. ]
[ which part of him knows isn't actually true, but there's some things they don't talk about. ]
[ the lack of response might be telling, but he figures the conversation is over. nothing else to argue about unless he wants to piss them both off again, and he's had a lot of that lately.
and he's still not sure what he was trying to say to david. reassure him or dismiss his cowardice out of hand? it's too confusing for him. ]
and he's still not sure what he was trying to say to david. reassure him or dismiss his cowardice out of hand? it's too confusing for him. ]
[ so things between them as of late would probably be best described as turbulent, even for them. david doesn't really know what to think when it comes to evan anymore, but he knows he's doing a lot more thinking about him than he'd like. it's not even all sex and violence, which is baffling to him. that should be all there is to this, and yet. ]
[ is it a subconscious desire to be closer to him somehow that makes david reach out, or just the fact that he suddenly remembered this motherfucker has a bed and he doesn't even sleep? jury's out on that one. ]
What would it cost me to use your bed?
[ is it a subconscious desire to be closer to him somehow that makes david reach out, or just the fact that he suddenly remembered this motherfucker has a bed and he doesn't even sleep? jury's out on that one. ]
What would it cost me to use your bed?
[ the question comes out of nowhere, and it takes him about five minutes to realize it's david who sent it. ]
why.
[ it can't just be the obvious. then again, he remembers after he sent it the time david got himself nearly killed just to take a shower. ]
why.
[ it can't just be the obvious. then again, he remembers after he sent it the time david got himself nearly killed just to take a shower. ]
Because I don't even remember what it's like to sleep in a bed.
[ possibly whiskey in exchange for a few hours on his bed. it doesn't seem worth it, but there's worse trades he could make. ]
bring it. if it lives up, fine. otherwise, you get something else.
bring it. if it lives up, fine. otherwise, you get something else.
Something else.
[ evan if you stab him for it not being whiskey-- ]
[ evan if you stab him for it not being whiskey-- ]
at the workshop. ain't going anywhere yet.
[ not that he wouldn't stab david for giving him the wrong kind of alcohol, but that's not the point. ]
[ not that he wouldn't stab david for giving him the wrong kind of alcohol, but that's not the point. ]
[ david doesn't reply, he just turns up an appropriate amount of time later for walking over and making his way down to the workshop. pointedly not thinking about anything except the prospect of sleeping on an actual mattress. otherwise he might end up thinking about things he doesn't want to, and they don't need to. ]
[ when he gets there, david enters and closes the door behind him (firmly, one might note,) and waits just long enough for evan to acknowledge him before he tosses the bottle over, expecting evan to catch it. ]
Here.
[ it looks like whiskey; the liquid is a deep amber and the styling has all the bold, square shapes of a classic bottle of scotch, but the labels are faded and damaged to the point that they're totally unreadable. david wouldn't be entirely surprised if it turned out to be rum instead. ]
[ when he gets there, david enters and closes the door behind him (firmly, one might note,) and waits just long enough for evan to acknowledge him before he tosses the bottle over, expecting evan to catch it. ]
Here.
[ it looks like whiskey; the liquid is a deep amber and the styling has all the bold, square shapes of a classic bottle of scotch, but the labels are faded and damaged to the point that they're totally unreadable. david wouldn't be entirely surprised if it turned out to be rum instead. ]
[ evan looks up at the door opening, uncertain for a second of who it might be - but who else but david would walk in that brazenly, as if the traps didn't mean anything and there definitely wouldn't be a cleaver aiming for his skull instantly?
he sets down his tools as the door shuts, which means he does catch the bottle when it comes his way. he gives david a hidden glare under the mask and examines the faded label. probably whiskey, as implied.
after a few seconds of examination, he opens it and pushes his mask up to get a decent whiff of it. the sharp burn isn't all that familiar to him, in all honesty. the liquor he had back before wasn't cheap stuff, and here, he just drinks what he can get. so even if it isn't whiskey, he's not totally sure he'll know the difference.
part of him wants to make david go get something else just because, but he takes a swig and decides against it. it's not like he's asking to take anything. ]
Works. [ it'll be a halfway decent distraction. he's never appreciated that he didn't get the family wine cellar, while certain other people get fully stocked bars. ] Bed's clean. Don't crash too long.
he sets down his tools as the door shuts, which means he does catch the bottle when it comes his way. he gives david a hidden glare under the mask and examines the faded label. probably whiskey, as implied.
after a few seconds of examination, he opens it and pushes his mask up to get a decent whiff of it. the sharp burn isn't all that familiar to him, in all honesty. the liquor he had back before wasn't cheap stuff, and here, he just drinks what he can get. so even if it isn't whiskey, he's not totally sure he'll know the difference.
part of him wants to make david go get something else just because, but he takes a swig and decides against it. it's not like he's asking to take anything. ]
Works. [ it'll be a halfway decent distraction. he's never appreciated that he didn't get the family wine cellar, while certain other people get fully stocked bars. ] Bed's clean. Don't crash too long.
[ he watches evan try the liquor, part of him just a little disappointed when he says it's fine because it means parting with a full bottle, but there's a much larger sense of relief. it's silly that just the prospect of sleeping in a bed is so exciting to him, but it's been a long time, it's allowed. ]
[ it means it's impossible to hold back the little smile when evan says the bed's good for him, but david doesn't linger. he nods and shrugs out of his jacket as he starts toward the bedroom, pauses when something occurs to him and he turns back around to look at evan. ]
Could come with.
[ still looking in his direction, eyebrow raised in question, but david doesn't stop moving toward the door. maybe too confident considering he's heading in a direction through the workshop he's only ever been once before, but waiting for a response isn't going to stop him getting to that bed. ]
[ it means it's impossible to hold back the little smile when evan says the bed's good for him, but david doesn't linger. he nods and shrugs out of his jacket as he starts toward the bedroom, pauses when something occurs to him and he turns back around to look at evan. ]
Could come with.
[ still looking in his direction, eyebrow raised in question, but david doesn't stop moving toward the door. maybe too confident considering he's heading in a direction through the workshop he's only ever been once before, but waiting for a response isn't going to stop him getting to that bed. ]
[ the look evan gives him - mask tilted up, bottle halfway to his mouth, partly turned to watch david and make sure he doesn't go too far - is possibly the closest to genuine surprise david's probably seen on him yet.
it takes him a few seconds to process the implication, which isn't an implication, he realizes. david's not inviting him to fuck (probably). if he was, evan would wave him off, go back to his business. that's normal. that's usual.
but just sleeping? ]
I don't sleep.
[ which he thinks he's told david before, but this time it doesn't come out as a dry comment on his own life or something nasty to suggest he's better. it's almost as surprised as he is. almost like it's the first thing he could grab at in the confusion. ]
Shrapnel don't play nice with a bed.
[ that's a little more solid, but he still hasn't taken that follow-up drink yet. ]
it takes him a few seconds to process the implication, which isn't an implication, he realizes. david's not inviting him to fuck (probably). if he was, evan would wave him off, go back to his business. that's normal. that's usual.
but just sleeping? ]
I don't sleep.
[ which he thinks he's told david before, but this time it doesn't come out as a dry comment on his own life or something nasty to suggest he's better. it's almost as surprised as he is. almost like it's the first thing he could grab at in the confusion. ]
Shrapnel don't play nice with a bed.
[ that's a little more solid, but he still hasn't taken that follow-up drink yet. ]
[ he was inviting evan to fuck, but the fact that he assumes otherwise gives him a little pause, especially because the response isn't just a terse dismissal. but he manages to take it in stride, not skipping a beat when he shrugs. honestly the bastard could probably do with some actual rest. ]
Put your bum shoulder on me and don't move too much. [ another shrug, more in his face than his shoulders this time. ] I can take it.
[ is he really suggesting that? granted it's mostly out of determination not to let on he's probably just as thrown by the idea too, but that doesn't stop david being inwardly confused at himself. and a little annoyed. isn't that ego how he ended up in this weird little relationship in the first place. ]
[ whatever. evan's probably going to brush him off anyway, there's no risk. ]
Or we could just fuck.
[ saved it. ]
Put your bum shoulder on me and don't move too much. [ another shrug, more in his face than his shoulders this time. ] I can take it.
[ is he really suggesting that? granted it's mostly out of determination not to let on he's probably just as thrown by the idea too, but that doesn't stop david being inwardly confused at himself. and a little annoyed. isn't that ego how he ended up in this weird little relationship in the first place. ]
[ whatever. evan's probably going to brush him off anyway, there's no risk. ]
Or we could just fuck.
[ saved it. ]
[ that gets a smirk, though whether it's amused or just dismissive isn't clear. ]
You'd wake up with broken ribs.
[ and a few other injuries.
but after the offer, david makes another one. maybe that was his intention in the first place. evan's a little surprised, but maybe he shouldn't be. maybe not after the rebuff last time, where evan told him no for various reasons. maybe it's just been a while.
it makes more sense than just sleeping in the same bed. it's a little less worrying, too. why would it be worrying in the first place? like hell he knows. ]
You wanna sleep in whatever gets left when we're done?
[ as if that matters in the long run. ]
You'd wake up with broken ribs.
[ and a few other injuries.
but after the offer, david makes another one. maybe that was his intention in the first place. evan's a little surprised, but maybe he shouldn't be. maybe not after the rebuff last time, where evan told him no for various reasons. maybe it's just been a while.
it makes more sense than just sleeping in the same bed. it's a little less worrying, too. why would it be worrying in the first place? like hell he knows. ]
You wanna sleep in whatever gets left when we're done?
[ as if that matters in the long run. ]
[ there's a hint of what should be familiar combativeness at what evan says about his ribs — part of him clearly wants to argue about it because obviously he'd be fine and there's no way that evan could possibly injure him seriously in his sleep — but then he moves on and that gets a laugh out of david. ]
Been sleeping in the dirt for how long now?
[ he shakes his head. ]
Little sweat'n spunk isn't gonna bother me.
Been sleeping in the dirt for how long now?
[ he shakes his head. ]
Little sweat'n spunk isn't gonna bother me.
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