[ he's had to move in worse states than this, he'll manage. david picks his shirt up off the floor first, stalling a little because every second is a little more stability he has under him, and when he pulls it on he frowns as he touches a hand to his neck, realising it's not gonna do a whole lot to cover up those bruises. which wouldn't be an issue if so many of them weren't bite marks. he has no idea what they look like, but it seems a fair assumption that there's no mistaking them, and david isn't sure how he's gonna explain that away when he gets back to camp. coming back sore and tired is one thing, but. hm. he'll figure it out. ]
[ david cants his head when he looks back at evan, lips parted like he's about to talk, but decides there's not much he particularly wants to say right now. most of his thoughts right now are for him and some attempt to clean up when he's back. ]
[ he nods, puffs out a breath and pushes himself away from the wall to start moving. a little, uh. ungainly to begin with, but david fixes his gait as he walks. ]
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[ david cants his head when he looks back at evan, lips parted like he's about to talk, but decides there's not much he particularly wants to say right now. most of his thoughts right now are for him and some attempt to clean up when he's back. ]
[ he nods, puffs out a breath and pushes himself away from the wall to start moving. a little, uh. ungainly to begin with, but david fixes his gait as he walks. ]