[ it's something he's familiar with doing, at least. not that hearing it from david does much to mollify the permanent fury over - well, everything.
but it does do something. he presses harder against david, making sure the edge of the table digs in hard against his hips and waist. a pain that'll stick around through all of this, but not one that's going to distract. at least not long enough. and it's a reminder that there's nowhere to go. not forward and not back. ]
All right.
[ it's a lot more controlled than he thought it would be. he moves his grip a little further up david's neck to his head, but lets him keep it turned. ]
You want spit or nothin'?
[ evan's expression is as close to blank as the anger will allow, if david can see it. he wants to play this kind of game? he'll get it. ]
no subject
but it does do something. he presses harder against david, making sure the edge of the table digs in hard against his hips and waist. a pain that'll stick around through all of this, but not one that's going to distract. at least not long enough. and it's a reminder that there's nowhere to go. not forward and not back. ]
All right.
[ it's a lot more controlled than he thought it would be. he moves his grip a little further up david's neck to his head, but lets him keep it turned. ]
You want spit or nothin'?
[ evan's expression is as close to blank as the anger will allow, if david can see it. he wants to play this kind of game? he'll get it. ]