[ the problem with david - with a lot of the survivors, really, but david's right here, right now - is that he makes the bait so goddamned tempting. every word, every movement, every little twitch of his expression makes evan want to grab his skull and slam it into the table nearby, whether to kill him or fuck him being up for debate.

but if he throws a punch, david will return it. hard, fast, and just as dangerous, even with his fucked up shoulder. if anyone's living proof that a fucked up shoulder means nothing to a punch, it's evan. and he's not really in the mood for a brawl right now - after all, the last one ended with him dead.

so he leans in closer, the rage bubbling just under his skin, mouth twisting into a snarl under the mask. ]

Good. 'Cause the next time you do, we're both gonna die.

[ he knows david can kill him, now, as much as david knows evan can kill him. and they'll make things mutual. they'll both hate it. ]

Fix your fuckin' shoulder. We'll finish this when you do.

[ not that he knows what they'll be finishing, honestly. ]