[ david resists the pull as much as he can, refusing to go all the way up onto his toes even as it makes him rock forward on his feet a little unsteadily. even if it means his shirt ends up torn or some shit, he'd rather that than letting evan get more of an upper hand than the ones he already has, just being what he is. ]

Came out here to find out what the fuck was going through your mind, you thought I'd agree to that.

[ it probably stinks of pride, and sure there's a bit of that, but there's more to it. even if it wasn't a ridiculously uneven exchange, david would be fucking over everyone else in a trial just to pay back someone who kills them every other fucking day. that's insane. ]

[ david doesn't shove him again, even though he wants to. wants to punch him in the fucking face too, but that's not even possible right now. fists clenched tight at his sides, practically snarling when he speaks because he's so pissed off with no immediate outlet for it. ]

I don't bring that shit into trials, and I'm not keen to ferry myself off to the dump that little bit faster for the likes of you either.