[ what comes out of him the second any noise can is a breathless laugh, bordering just on the edge of hysterical. his skin is throbbing-- pulsing almost, but pain he can handle. it's a significantly smaller problem than bleeding out of a gut wound. ]
[ he's still holding on to evan — one hand on a bicep, the other on a shoulder — but his grip loosens a little. not that it seems like evan cares that much about it. ]
no subject
[ he's still holding on to evan — one hand on a bicep, the other on a shoulder — but his grip loosens a little. not that it seems like evan cares that much about it. ]
Fuck-- fuckin' hell.
[ what a day!! ]