[ once he feels a little less like he's about to vibrate out of his own skin, david pushes himself up and steps away from the table. stumbles, turns out his legs aren't quite solid under him just yet, but he catches himself without it being more than just a little dip in his step. ]
[ he does, however, hold up a hand in a gesture that should say don't you start loud and clear to evan. ]
Paid up then, yeah?
[ he means for it to come out as a joke, casual and nonchalant while he pulls his pants back up, but his tone falls kind of flat. normally he'd be mortified at missing the mark like that, but david knows evan's not going to call him on it, so it's whatever. ]
[ evan says nothing. partly because of the gesture, and partly because he doesn't need to. under the mask he smirks, briefly, faintly, but it's gone before david might even be able to recognize that anything's changed in the shadows where there's a break in the mask.
'paid up'. well, he can't really argue with it. ]
Sure. For now.
[ yes, he's paid up. but evan's certain there'll be other times when things are different. he watches david redress, hears the flatness in his voice, wonders just how deep the anger runs. wonders for a second if there's any way to burn him out so completely he can't even be bothered to leave afterward, although he's not sure he wants to find that out because it means a longer intrusion on his property.
[ funny that evan would wonder that, because david's halfway tempted to go find some corner of this place and curl up to rest and hope nobody finds him instead of trekking back to camp. just the thought of getting to the other end of the mineshaft seems hellish to him right now, but he'll manage. he always does. and if not then fuck it. ]
"For now."
[ he echoes with a scoff and a shake of his head as he fixes his shirt. he is keen to make sure that doesn't happen, but then again who knows when evan will decide he's done something that constitutes a favour and thus, david should pay him back for. ]
[ that's a future problem though. right now he's mostly focused on how moving hurts, shoves his hands in his pockets and turns to leave, ignoring the pain in his hips and ass as he walks. he'd like to think he's managing to keep some dignity, and if he looks more ridiculous than he feels evan better not say a fucking thing about it. ]
[ there's no argument; he was half expecting one. but maybe the anger's cooled down by now. whatever the reason, evan's not about to start something himself. at least this time.
and this time he only watches david make his way out of the workshop, not struggling as much as he might have expected. no comments, no directed looks from under the mask. not even a thought, really, as david leaves. nothing other than wondering just how much david's willing to put up with, and how much he himself is willing to do the same.
he waits until he's certain david's out of the mine before going back to his work. there's a couple busted traps he has to repair, now. he could argue david owes him for those, too, but that would start shit with other survivors who do the same thing, and he's not in the mood for that. ]
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[ he does, however, hold up a hand in a gesture that should say don't you start loud and clear to evan. ]
Paid up then, yeah?
[ he means for it to come out as a joke, casual and nonchalant while he pulls his pants back up, but his tone falls kind of flat. normally he'd be mortified at missing the mark like that, but david knows evan's not going to call him on it, so it's whatever. ]
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'paid up'. well, he can't really argue with it. ]
Sure. For now.
[ yes, he's paid up. but evan's certain there'll be other times when things are different. he watches david redress, hears the flatness in his voice, wonders just how deep the anger runs. wonders for a second if there's any way to burn him out so completely he can't even be bothered to leave afterward, although he's not sure he wants to find that out because it means a longer intrusion on his property.
still. the idea sticks. ]
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"For now."
[ he echoes with a scoff and a shake of his head as he fixes his shirt. he is keen to make sure that doesn't happen, but then again who knows when evan will decide he's done something that constitutes a favour and thus, david should pay him back for. ]
[ that's a future problem though. right now he's mostly focused on how moving hurts, shoves his hands in his pockets and turns to leave, ignoring the pain in his hips and ass as he walks. he'd like to think he's managing to keep some dignity, and if he looks more ridiculous than he feels evan better not say a fucking thing about it. ]
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and this time he only watches david make his way out of the workshop, not struggling as much as he might have expected. no comments, no directed looks from under the mask. not even a thought, really, as david leaves. nothing other than wondering just how much david's willing to put up with, and how much he himself is willing to do the same.
he waits until he's certain david's out of the mine before going back to his work. there's a couple busted traps he has to repair, now. he could argue david owes him for those, too, but that would start shit with other survivors who do the same thing, and he's not in the mood for that. ]