[ david raises his eyebrows in surprise and confusion at the instruction. he'd just expected something rough and quick, get both of them off and let him focus on the warmth and calm (and realistically the aches and pains too) for a little bit. it had occurred to david that maybe evan would turn him down since in truth he has no idea what evan even gets out of this except the opportunity to nut in someone who pisses him off — there definitely doesn't seem to be any actual attraction there, which is in itself a weird and bitter pill for david who's pretty used to people finding him attractive to say the least — but he's pretty sure he'd need at least three doctorates to begin diving into evan's psyche and why he does anything. ]
[ it's just not like he can ask anyone else for this, for a whole host of reasons. so here he is. ]
[ despite the fact that his brain is screaming at him that this is stupid and dangerous, moreso than being here anyway already is. david goes toward the back, to that door without giving in to a little of how nosey he wants to be. probably a good thing, because he sure wouldn't have expected this. ]
[ sure, okay, david got the implication there were rooms down here from shit evan's said before, but he steps into the room and then glances back at the door with a confused frown. but then is it really any weirder than a flight of stairs leading down from the inside of a space shuttle to a rickety, bloodstained murder basement? or a desert that rains ink from the floor to the sky? ]
[ that said, it's still not a very inviting scene. david raises his eyebrows at the bed, arms folded over his chest, holding in every sarcastic little comment that flits through his mind. even if a callback to calling evan miss havisham seems particularly appealing right now. ]
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[ it's just not like he can ask anyone else for this, for a whole host of reasons. so here he is. ]
[ despite the fact that his brain is screaming at him that this is stupid and dangerous, moreso than being here anyway already is. david goes toward the back, to that door without giving in to a little of how nosey he wants to be. probably a good thing, because he sure wouldn't have expected this. ]
[ sure, okay, david got the implication there were rooms down here from shit evan's said before, but he steps into the room and then glances back at the door with a confused frown. but then is it really any weirder than a flight of stairs leading down from the inside of a space shuttle to a rickety, bloodstained murder basement? or a desert that rains ink from the floor to the sky? ]
[ that said, it's still not a very inviting scene. david raises his eyebrows at the bed, arms folded over his chest, holding in every sarcastic little comment that flits through his mind. even if a callback to calling evan miss havisham seems particularly appealing right now. ]