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[ it's a fair point. evan considers, shrugs, and pulls his hand off david's throat to reach up to the more easily-detached buckle. ]

Fair enough.

[ inside the mine entrance is a halfway point. unlikely to be seen by accident, but not exactly hidden. it's not long to undo the first buckle, but the second takes longer. the way it's connected wasn't actually meant to ever separate. over time he's adjusted it, but it still takes longer than he'd like.

the slow grind against him draws a noise, a low, pleased sound. he shifts his grip on david's belt to undo the buckle there as he works the one at his own shoulder. fumbles a little bit, one-handed, and then his own finally comes free and the waders drop halfway, caught where the two of them meet.

there's more scars on display now - old and new, with pieces of metal embedded in places, these ones less like shrapnel and more like they were intentional. it frees up his hand to work david's belt open, or at least start to help. ]

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[ he winces when evan pulls out, and maybe he half-stumbles a little when he bends to pull his pants back up, but david just kind of hopes maybe evan will assume he's still drunk and not that he fucked david so good he can barely stand. ]

[ either way he's gotten about as far as doing up his pants and threading the belt back through the buckle at the question, and it gets a tired huff of a laugh out of david. it didn't scratch that same itch that a fight would, but it's certainly worn him out in a similar enough way, especially now the warmth of that afterglow is wearing off and various aches and pains are making themselves known. ]

Guess so, shit.

[ that's all the words he's got in him right now. evan's gonna have to give him some time if he wants more. ]

[ it's not an aggressive answer - not an insult, not a bite. evan's used to that kind of response after something like this, if he gets a response at all, so it mollifies something in him to not have to deal with that right now.

he eyes david a few seconds longer in silence, then heads for the mine entrance to get his mask and cleaver back. there's not a lot more to say. he doesn't need to deliver threats to keep silent, because he doesn't care, and anyway most survivors aren't interested in talking about it.

he picks up his mask, and turns back, and tilts his head at the forest. get going. part of him wants to see just how well david does getting out of his forest drunk, fucked, and probably exhausted; the other part knows he gets more visitors than he likes, most of whom he doesn't want killing people on his property. that's his job, after all. ]

[ 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. ]

[ evan watches david, their eyes meeting for a brief second, but there's no words. fine by him. he picks up his cleaver and keeps an eye on david as he heads back into the forest, not exactly smirking at the uncertain walk as he disappears into the trees and fog.

he's walking at all, so that's something david can hold onto. evan waits until he's disappeared, then heads back down into the mine toward his workshop to clean up himself. whatever issues david might end up having trying to disguise this - the bitemarks in particular, which evan never even considered would cause a problem and probably never will - the trials will wipe away.

they can always argue about it next time, provided there is a next time. ]