[ from his vantage point in the doorway, evan watches david lean against the table. still no violence. no attempt to take out the rage on the workshop, the way evan usually does when he's angry and has no other target. of course, that would send evan over the edge, so maybe it's for the best if david doesn't do it.
he could say something, ask a question, snap at him, but he doesn't. he sets down the rope where it was before, shuts the door most of the way, feels the inevitable tug of the entity in his mind, whispering in words he's learned to understand by now. they finished just in time.
but he still has to wonder about the reaction he got. reactions, more like. the clear and present want clashing with the barely-controllable rage. it's not a situation he, personally, could ever imagine; his whole life has been mostly just the anger.
he gives david a few more long silent seconds before the pull gets too strong, and he turns toward the darkness at the very back of the workshop and lets it take him. he can always figure this shit out later. ]
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he could say something, ask a question, snap at him, but he doesn't. he sets down the rope where it was before, shuts the door most of the way, feels the inevitable tug of the entity in his mind, whispering in words he's learned to understand by now. they finished just in time.
but he still has to wonder about the reaction he got. reactions, more like. the clear and present want clashing with the barely-controllable rage. it's not a situation he, personally, could ever imagine; his whole life has been mostly just the anger.
he gives david a few more long silent seconds before the pull gets too strong, and he turns toward the darkness at the very back of the workshop and lets it take him. he can always figure this shit out later. ]