[ the glass goes on the table not far from david, leaving little pools of blood as the pile grows. they're not in so deep he has to yank them out, but evan's not exactly cautious; he was never taught to be careful in matters of injuries, because if he got injured it was his own damn fault and the pain and embarrassment were the price.

still, most of them are easy enough to remove, at least as long as they're visible. ]

Think he doesn't like trespassers, either.

[ he's never really met nemesis. he knows he exists. probably nemesis is aware of him. but nemesis also never leaves the police station, as far as evan knows, which means he's probably about as possessive of it as evan is of his property. or maybe he just doesn't give a shit.

with the biggest pieces out, evan sets down the pliers and picks up the damp rag from the edge of the bucket to wipe away the blood and clean off some of the wounds. there's slightly more care to this than before, if only to avoid digging the remaining shards any deeper, but if it hurts, he doesn't care. ]

Really doesn't seem worth it when you're just gonna end up back where you started.