[ david just stands there for a moment, staring, seething. like part of him is searching for a way to draw it out, make it into an actual fight, however that ends up shaking out. he's so wound up, desperate for it almost, something to justify the way he feels like a pot ready to boil over. ]
[ later on, he'll be surprised about evan's restraint. right now it's just a disappointment that sits heavy in his gut. a deep dissatisfaction he's not going to be rid of until the next trial. ]
[ he backs up a step, still eyeing evan, and then turns to pick up his clothes. just the thought of lifting his arm to put his shirt back on makes his shoulder spike in pain, so david just holds them in a frustrated fist. ]
no subject
[ later on, he'll be surprised about evan's restraint. right now it's just a disappointment that sits heavy in his gut. a deep dissatisfaction he's not going to be rid of until the next trial. ]
[ he backs up a step, still eyeing evan, and then turns to pick up his clothes. just the thought of lifting his arm to put his shirt back on makes his shoulder spike in pain, so david just holds them in a frustrated fist. ]
Don't know why the fuck I came out here anyway.