[ evan steps back when david lets go and moves to slip off the table. he doesn't try to keep him there, or argue with him, or suggest he's going to pass out and die from blood loss in the next five minutes. it's probably for the best if he leaves. evan's never been good at managing his anger. there was never a reason. everybody encouraged it.
someone's encouraging it now, in the back of his head.
he stares at the furnace as david moves to leave. ]
Yeah.
[ that's about all he can manage, still in that extremely calm, flat tone. he's not outwardly threatening, not reaching for a weapon other than the knife in his hand, which he'd probably be able to use but not in any particularly noteworthy way. it's not his, either. he doesn't want to use it.
but the rage is crawling through him. he's struggling with who to blame for it, because the right answer - himself - doesn't want to stick. ]
[ david lands on unsteady feet with a shock of pain through his middle, grabs the table and takes a second to stabilise himself. it's gonna be rough getting back to camp, if he even manages it. just hopes he gets pulled to trial sooner rather than later. ]
[ he glances up at evan, watching him watch the furnace. it doesn't feel great, the idea of just leaving him here like this, but what's he gonna do? hover around until this gut wound finally kills him? ]
[ doesn't really help that evan's anger is alluring to him in a way he refuses to think about, but david's also never seen it like this before and that's fascinating to him in a whole other kind of way. ]
Hey. [ david leans up so he can plant a quick kiss on the cheek of evan's mask, something about the gesture seeming stupid and funny. maybe enough so to cut through the tension a little. ] Thanks.
[ he notes what david's doing - everything he's doing, from the drop to the wince to the way he looks at him to the quick kiss that, against the mask, is barely more than a slight pressure. under other circumstances, like if he was just pissed off about ghost face or adriana or trespassing in general, it might have distracted him. annoyed him or made him snort out something resembling a laugh.
under the circumstances he himself created, he doesn't move. barely even acknowledges the thanks with a grunt. the world outside his head is fading out already as the anger sears through his veins.
when david leaves, if he takes his time to avoid the traps and worsening his injury, he'll eventually hear the sounds of smashing metal and cracking wood, but no voices. no roar of anger or even a string of swears. just destruction that ends almost too abruptly. ]
[ what david does is make it maybe two feet out of the workshop before he realises he's got nothing left and sits against a wall to pass out. he figures evan will be to preoccupied to find him out here, either die or get called to trial before evan leaves the workshop for anything. ]
[ it means he hears the crashing, the weirdly sanitized tantrum. a confusing lullaby for him to fall asleep to out in the cool, damp mineshaft. part of him wishing he could do something about this, another part of him deeply annoyed both by the fact that it's happening and that there's nothing to be done. ]
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someone's encouraging it now, in the back of his head.
he stares at the furnace as david moves to leave. ]
Yeah.
[ that's about all he can manage, still in that extremely calm, flat tone. he's not outwardly threatening, not reaching for a weapon other than the knife in his hand, which he'd probably be able to use but not in any particularly noteworthy way. it's not his, either. he doesn't want to use it.
but the rage is crawling through him. he's struggling with who to blame for it, because the right answer - himself - doesn't want to stick. ]
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[ he glances up at evan, watching him watch the furnace. it doesn't feel great, the idea of just leaving him here like this, but what's he gonna do? hover around until this gut wound finally kills him? ]
[ doesn't really help that evan's anger is alluring to him in a way he refuses to think about, but david's also never seen it like this before and that's fascinating to him in a whole other kind of way. ]
Hey. [ david leans up so he can plant a quick kiss on the cheek of evan's mask, something about the gesture seeming stupid and funny. maybe enough so to cut through the tension a little. ] Thanks.
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under the circumstances he himself created, he doesn't move. barely even acknowledges the thanks with a grunt. the world outside his head is fading out already as the anger sears through his veins.
when david leaves, if he takes his time to avoid the traps and worsening his injury, he'll eventually hear the sounds of smashing metal and cracking wood, but no voices. no roar of anger or even a string of swears. just destruction that ends almost too abruptly. ]
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[ it means he hears the crashing, the weirdly sanitized tantrum. a confusing lullaby for him to fall asleep to out in the cool, damp mineshaft. part of him wishing he could do something about this, another part of him deeply annoyed both by the fact that it's happening and that there's nothing to be done. ]