Don't bullshit me.

[ if it's a joke, he thinks it's a bad one, and david likes to think he's pretty good at catching evan's sense of humour. that he's pretty good at dealing with evan in general, which is a-- a weird thought. leads to places he doesn't want to follow. ]

All I'm askin' for is the same little crumb of respect I give you by not asking questions or making demands about who all else you take a tumble with.

[ david sighs, makes a frustrated gesture with an open hand. maybe he's not that good at dealing with evan, because he keeps butting up against this weird, controlling nature and all david knows how to do is barrel into it at full speed. sometimes-- sometimes he can slow down enough to think it through, but mostly all he knows how to do is fight it. same way he's tried to fight every other fucking thing in his life that tried to control him in even the smallest ways. ]

[ he works his jaw, lets out a sharp breath through his nose, and keeps going before he thinks to himself if that's a good idea. ]

I mean, shit. Only reason this even works is because I can still get my leg over elsewhere too.