[ david puts the bottle down, tilts his head, halfway to falling asleep. the tiredness is catching up with him fast now that he's not surging with adrenaline and nothing needs his immediate attention. his head snaps up when evan asks the question, wide-eyed for a split second while his brain catches up. ]

I, uh. I grabbed his wrist to try keepin' him close.

[ this soon after, it's still pretty fresh in his memory. he vividly remembers the way he was barely aware of the feeling of being stabbed, the sharp pang of pain after he grabbed ghost face's wrist and he tried to twist the knife in response. ]

Managed to get me to loosen up but not enough he could take it with him, I guess.