[ the idea of his workshop being safe, if anyone ever had the audacity to voice it, would infuriate evan, but maybe not to the point of kicking everyone out permanently. safe from other killers, maybe not such a bad thing.

but it's never come up, and he ignores the idea. david's not looking like he's about to deliver a punch or destroy his shit. or leave. ]

Believe whatever you want. [ he shrugs and tosses the rag back in the bucket it, drops it back over by the forge and then goes to toss the broken glass and metal pieces. ] 'Course, if you ain't leavin' in any hurry, I'm sure there's ways to waste time 'til the blood loss stops fucking with you.