[ evan watches david when he speaks, more carefully than he might at another time. the breathless little laugh in the words isn't something he recognizes. he could guess at why it's there. have his suspicions. but in the end, he doesn't mention it, because whatever's going on in david's head isn't evan's business.
well. as long as it's not along the lines of fucking up his traps and getting in the way of a kill. ]
What hair?
[ he knows it's just a turn of phrase, but the almost-a-joke gets out anyway. that's when he picks up his mask, adjusts the wires and straps a little as if they were ever out of place - as if they can ever be in place, even slightly comfortable - before pulling it on. he gives david space to recover or clean up, whatever he feels the need to do, but doesn't fully reoccupy himself just yet.
too bad there wasn't any hard liquor to steal. he could use a shot right now. david probably could, too. ]
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well. as long as it's not along the lines of fucking up his traps and getting in the way of a kill. ]
What hair?
[ he knows it's just a turn of phrase, but the almost-a-joke gets out anyway. that's when he picks up his mask, adjusts the wires and straps a little as if they were ever out of place - as if they can ever be in place, even slightly comfortable - before pulling it on. he gives david space to recover or clean up, whatever he feels the need to do, but doesn't fully reoccupy himself just yet.
too bad there wasn't any hard liquor to steal. he could use a shot right now. david probably could, too. ]