[ evan stays as close to dead weight as possible throughout the whole process. his shoulder heals, very slowly. and as expected, eventually, the pain wakes him up.
waking up in an unfamiliar place is nothing new to him; the entity doesn't always bring him back home in the aftermath of whatever knocked him out or killed him. but this place is familiar. just enough to confuse him as the pain throbs through him. it takes a while for the not-quite-hangover to fade away enough that he recognizes the room, which then presents the problem of how he got here because he doesn't sleep in here.
he sits up and gets off the bed, slowly, but something about the way it sounds when he moves is different. a glance back confirms that's because david is still on the bed. that he doesn't remember. it'd be less concerning if they were naked, but as it is?
the stitches in his shoulder remind him of the fight. the smell of brandy that spilled on his waders reminds him of what happened next. but after that it's nothing. did david actually drag his ass in here? why?
he opts to not wake him up and demand answers. the sight of blood trailed along the floor into the room says enough. instead he heads back out into the workshop to try and clean up some of the mess, because things generally don't improve in here. it's not a trial ground. he can get aggressive once david wakes up. ]
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waking up in an unfamiliar place is nothing new to him; the entity doesn't always bring him back home in the aftermath of whatever knocked him out or killed him. but this place is familiar. just enough to confuse him as the pain throbs through him. it takes a while for the not-quite-hangover to fade away enough that he recognizes the room, which then presents the problem of how he got here because he doesn't sleep in here.
he sits up and gets off the bed, slowly, but something about the way it sounds when he moves is different. a glance back confirms that's because david is still on the bed. that he doesn't remember. it'd be less concerning if they were naked, but as it is?
the stitches in his shoulder remind him of the fight. the smell of brandy that spilled on his waders reminds him of what happened next. but after that it's nothing. did david actually drag his ass in here? why?
he opts to not wake him up and demand answers. the sight of blood trailed along the floor into the room says enough. instead he heads back out into the workshop to try and clean up some of the mess, because things generally don't improve in here. it's not a trial ground. he can get aggressive once david wakes up. ]