[ david pulls a face at the idea of taking his shirt off, purely from a logistical standpoint. the shirts done for anyway, so he tears the hole around the knife bigger first and then pulls it over his head with a grunt of pain, balls it up and holds it firm just under the knife. ]

Think I interrupted him snoopin' around-- you know how sometimes you can just hear him? Didn't see him, but I could hear him--

[ he abruptly stops when evan starts to move the knife, breath catching in his throat. he didn't really feel it go in, though david sure as hell felt it while it was in there, but coming back out? jesus christ. ]