[ david makes a noise somewhere between acknowledgement and amusement, watching evan as he leaves the room to head out to the workshop. he still really thinks evan could probably do with a nap — not necessarily right now, but in general — but david's not going to push. it would be uncomfortable at best, and he's not eager for that. let alone the pain of potentially being scratched and gouged in his sleep. or worse. even if it strikes david as potentially funny in a way that makes him wonder if this place has broken his sense of humour, he's not exactly eager to experience it. ]
[ watching evan leave makes something else come to mind though. the only threat to his safety right now is evan, and that's not something he expects to come down on his head unprovoked, but what if he leaves? nobody's getting past him to get back here, but if he decides he has to go out onto the estate or gets called to trial, what then? he's left david down here before, so it doesn't seem likely that evan would wake him up when david's shown he has at least enough respect not to spit in the face of what counts for hospitality. ]
[ but anybody could come down here while he's gone. david would know, he's done it enough times. the thought rings loud enough in his mind that it stops david drifting off and he sits up with a grunt, looking at what he can see in the room's darkness. if he'd thought about this earlier he would've come prepared, but maybe he can improvise. standing up on legs that are very much not happy about it, david picks up the jar they used and pads over to the door with slow, ungainly steps that he doesn't bother trying to hide since nobody else is here. and then just. stares at it. ]
[ the plan was to prop it atop the door so if anyone pushed it open to get in, it would fall and wake david up, but her forgot evan's like seven feet tall which is objectively too tall, but also means david can't easily reach the top of that door to put anything on top of it. especially not with the state he's in right now. he sighs through his nose, considering it still, but he's so fucking worn out and tired. ends up just half-limping back to the bed, putting the jar back where he thinks he picked it up. and if he walks straight into the bed in the dark and bashes his leg against the frame, nobody needs to know about the hissed curse he lets out as he clambers back into said bed. ]
[ it's probably fine anyway. david lays on his back, trying to get comfortable again now he's wasted a lot of that sated feeling from before, but he still falls asleep pretty fucking fast. just a couple minutes to settle and then he's out like a light. ]
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[ watching evan leave makes something else come to mind though. the only threat to his safety right now is evan, and that's not something he expects to come down on his head unprovoked, but what if he leaves? nobody's getting past him to get back here, but if he decides he has to go out onto the estate or gets called to trial, what then? he's left david down here before, so it doesn't seem likely that evan would wake him up when david's shown he has at least enough respect not to spit in the face of what counts for hospitality. ]
[ but anybody could come down here while he's gone. david would know, he's done it enough times. the thought rings loud enough in his mind that it stops david drifting off and he sits up with a grunt, looking at what he can see in the room's darkness. if he'd thought about this earlier he would've come prepared, but maybe he can improvise. standing up on legs that are very much not happy about it, david picks up the jar they used and pads over to the door with slow, ungainly steps that he doesn't bother trying to hide since nobody else is here. and then just. stares at it. ]
[ the plan was to prop it atop the door so if anyone pushed it open to get in, it would fall and wake david up, but her forgot evan's like seven feet tall which is objectively too tall, but also means david can't easily reach the top of that door to put anything on top of it. especially not with the state he's in right now. he sighs through his nose, considering it still, but he's so fucking worn out and tired. ends up just half-limping back to the bed, putting the jar back where he thinks he picked it up. and if he walks straight into the bed in the dark and bashes his leg against the frame, nobody needs to know about the hissed curse he lets out as he clambers back into said bed. ]
[ it's probably fine anyway. david lays on his back, trying to get comfortable again now he's wasted a lot of that sated feeling from before, but he still falls asleep pretty fucking fast. just a couple minutes to settle and then he's out like a light. ]