[ it always catches him off-guard, these bursts of speed from evan. david doesn't have a chance to react until there's a hand around his throat, but he does after. like always, the anger is instant. he hates this and he's sure that evan must know it. moves with the push if only because that's the only way he can still speak, but it's with a curled lip and a set of his shoulders that says he's ready for a fight. ]

None of your fuckin' business.

[ david snarls, brings his hands up to evan's arm, thumbs looking for the tendons in his wrist to dig into and try to force his grip to let up. ]

Only mentioned it because you're the one acting like the centre of the fuckin' universe. Like nobody gets laid if you ain't here to whip it out.