[ david pulls a face at the way evan jerks back, but he doesn't say anything about it. whatever happened, he can deal with it on his own for a second. how dare he forget evan's allergic to any kind of help ever. unless it's somebody throwing their body in the way, apparently. ]
Who the fuck knows how it does anything.
[ david doesn't, and honestly he doesn't particularly want to either. he turns to grab his bag and look for wherever the flashlight landed since the battery died, but he suspects it might be under the bits it left behind and david doesn't particularly want to touch those tentacles again. wipes his hands off on his jeans just at the thought. ]
[ he does spot evan's mask while he's looking, but hesitates to pick it up if the blind asshole's gonna be this weird with him. let him find it himself, who gives a fuck. ]
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Who the fuck knows how it does anything.
[ david doesn't, and honestly he doesn't particularly want to either. he turns to grab his bag and look for wherever the flashlight landed since the battery died, but he suspects it might be under the bits it left behind and david doesn't particularly want to touch those tentacles again. wipes his hands off on his jeans just at the thought. ]
[ he does spot evan's mask while he's looking, but hesitates to pick it up if the blind asshole's gonna be this weird with him. let him find it himself, who gives a fuck. ]