[ david cuts himself off, and evan doesn't question it. david's had the good grace to do so before, so it's only fair to return it ... for now. not that whatever he was going to say was probably relevant.
just something about nights. evenings. mornings. a piece of before. evan shrugs, and pulls a few fragments of a spring free from the mess in front of him. ]
Lucky you. No mornings here.
[ it's said as grimly as ever, with a little bit of an edge to it. no mornings. only nights, or in a few cases, bright burning midafternoons. sunset in one place. but never morning. never the break of day. there's probably a reason for that. ]
You brought somethin'.
[ he heard the glass clinking, and has a guess about what it is, but he's not going to jump to conclusions just yet. ]
no subject
just something about nights. evenings. mornings. a piece of before. evan shrugs, and pulls a few fragments of a spring free from the mess in front of him. ]
Lucky you. No mornings here.
[ it's said as grimly as ever, with a little bit of an edge to it. no mornings. only nights, or in a few cases, bright burning midafternoons. sunset in one place. but never morning. never the break of day. there's probably a reason for that. ]
You brought somethin'.
[ he heard the glass clinking, and has a guess about what it is, but he's not going to jump to conclusions just yet. ]