[ he wonders briefly at how hard it'd be to get his legs around evan's neck from here, how hard it'd be to choke him out. he pushes against the grip on his thighs again with a noise of frustration, tries to get an idea of how difficult it'd be to pull himself free, thinks warmly on the idea of kicking evan in the face too while he's at it. ]
[ david pushes harder again when evan leans against him — struggles, almost — something about it that makes a familiar sense of discomfort start to bloom when he looks up at evan, something he hasn't felt in a while and still can't exactly trace to its source, not that david fully has the mental capacity for that right now anyway. for the moment he looks past evan to the ceiling, elects to just let it take him, eyes falling shut with a low groan. ]
[ it's something he'll be mad at himself for later, ashamed of even, but right now he just doesn't have the energy. ]
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[ david pushes harder again when evan leans against him — struggles, almost — something about it that makes a familiar sense of discomfort start to bloom when he looks up at evan, something he hasn't felt in a while and still can't exactly trace to its source, not that david fully has the mental capacity for that right now anyway. for the moment he looks past evan to the ceiling, elects to just let it take him, eyes falling shut with a low groan. ]
[ it's something he'll be mad at himself for later, ashamed of even, but right now he just doesn't have the energy. ]