[ evan steps back when david lets go and moves to slip off the table. he doesn't try to keep him there, or argue with him, or suggest he's going to pass out and die from blood loss in the next five minutes. it's probably for the best if he leaves. evan's never been good at managing his anger. there was never a reason. everybody encouraged it.
someone's encouraging it now, in the back of his head.
he stares at the furnace as david moves to leave. ]
Yeah.
[ that's about all he can manage, still in that extremely calm, flat tone. he's not outwardly threatening, not reaching for a weapon other than the knife in his hand, which he'd probably be able to use but not in any particularly noteworthy way. it's not his, either. he doesn't want to use it.
but the rage is crawling through him. he's struggling with who to blame for it, because the right answer - himself - doesn't want to stick. ]
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someone's encouraging it now, in the back of his head.
he stares at the furnace as david moves to leave. ]
Yeah.
[ that's about all he can manage, still in that extremely calm, flat tone. he's not outwardly threatening, not reaching for a weapon other than the knife in his hand, which he'd probably be able to use but not in any particularly noteworthy way. it's not his, either. he doesn't want to use it.
but the rage is crawling through him. he's struggling with who to blame for it, because the right answer - himself - doesn't want to stick. ]