[ the knife looks so small in evan's hand, though david couldn't say if that's because of the size of his hands or just because he's used to seeing him carrying bigger weapons — a little of both, probably — and he watches evan handle it with tired eyes. ]
[ until the slip about his dad. david pauses, recognizing the significance, but he's quiet for a little too long to make it seem natural when he responds. brain a little too slow reasoning out how to reply. it's not that he has no interest in any of this, so much as david unfortunately has some measure of respect for evan and his intense refusal to acknowledge his dad beyond the fact that he definitely existed at some point. he's never pushed david on his own issues really, so. he'll leave it alone. ]
Guess we've got a matching pair of that bellend's knives then. [ he makes an amused noise at the realisation. ] He's havin' a rough go of it, eh?
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[ until the slip about his dad. david pauses, recognizing the significance, but he's quiet for a little too long to make it seem natural when he responds. brain a little too slow reasoning out how to reply. it's not that he has no interest in any of this, so much as david unfortunately has some measure of respect for evan and his intense refusal to acknowledge his dad beyond the fact that he definitely existed at some point. he's never pushed david on his own issues really, so. he'll leave it alone. ]
Guess we've got a matching pair of that bellend's knives then. [ he makes an amused noise at the realisation. ] He's havin' a rough go of it, eh?