[ david might not be bleeding nearly as much, but he's taken a hell of a beating. when evan pushes off him, he just lays there for a minute without any imminent threat to spur him on, sucking in heaving breaths. something in his chest rattles and david winces, grosns as he resists the urge to just curl in on himself and pass out. ]
[ he staggers to his feet, fighting posture but it's sluggish, hunched in that way that suggests there's some real damage hiding under the surface. ]
[ and then his eyes find evan sitting against the wall and something in him kind of - deflates. without the immediacy of the fight, he's suddenly aware of just how badly he wanted to kill him in the moment. of blood all over him that isn't his and david doesn't know how to process that. not that he ever thought he was a good man, but at least he never-- ]
C'mon-- You're not dyin' are you?
[ kind of a dick thing to say if not for the edge of disbelief in his tone. part of him honestly wants trapper to just get up like this is just some temporary problem and that's. weird. it's weird. ]
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[ he staggers to his feet, fighting posture but it's sluggish, hunched in that way that suggests there's some real damage hiding under the surface. ]
[ and then his eyes find evan sitting against the wall and something in him kind of - deflates. without the immediacy of the fight, he's suddenly aware of just how badly he wanted to kill him in the moment. of blood all over him that isn't his and david doesn't know how to process that. not that he ever thought he was a good man, but at least he never-- ]
C'mon-- You're not dyin' are you?
[ kind of a dick thing to say if not for the edge of disbelief in his tone. part of him honestly wants trapper to just get up like this is just some temporary problem and that's. weird. it's weird. ]