[ david's quiet. too quiet. the rage starts to boil - at himself, for fucking up, for letting the past seep in, and at david, for being there and hearing it and knowing. part of him is ready to grab a cleaver and split david's skull for that alone, even if letting him sit there and bleed to death internally might be a faster option.
but before he can unfreeze into explosive, violent actions, david speaks, and almost defuses the situation completely by ignoring the comment and trying to redirect it back to ghost face. evan doesn't believe for a second that david was so exhausted and lightheaded from blood loss that he didn't hear the comment, but maybe he'll forget about it thanks to those instead.
it's the best he can hope for. ]
Yeah. [ two knives gone. but there's always more. ] He comes after you for this one, tell him you left it in her workshop.
[ his voice is too calm, too careful, to suggest he's not bothered by his fuckup. ]
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but before he can unfreeze into explosive, violent actions, david speaks, and almost defuses the situation completely by ignoring the comment and trying to redirect it back to ghost face. evan doesn't believe for a second that david was so exhausted and lightheaded from blood loss that he didn't hear the comment, but maybe he'll forget about it thanks to those instead.
it's the best he can hope for. ]
Yeah. [ two knives gone. but there's always more. ] He comes after you for this one, tell him you left it in her workshop.
[ his voice is too calm, too careful, to suggest he's not bothered by his fuckup. ]