[ david, on the other hand, doesn't like hitting women — in a fight it's one thing, but situations like this? it makes him feel too much like his father — but that doesn't mean he won't. he'll beat the shit out of anyone if that's what he has to do to get things done. ]

[ so david fully expects the knowledge he's trapped here with two people who wouldn't hesitate to brutalise his little friend to get an answer out of him. he'd rather not actually call her down here, that adds a lot of potential complications he doesn't want to deal with, and would probably push evan over the edge on keeping his shit together, but this idiot doesn't need to know that. ]

[ --and he doesn't, by the sound of it. by the way david can see fresh panic bloom in his expression when david gets his own phone out to, presumably, copy her number. ]

Let me give her a call, yeah? See if she's busy. I'm sure she'll come in a real hurry when she hears this--

[ david kicks the back of their shattered knee. the scream is short, almost surprise as it is pure agony, but judging by the way the guy sobs afterward and what david thinks sounds like a weak "okay, okay", that sounds like he's hit breaking point to david. ]

[ he smiles at evan, pats him on the arm like one might a friend as he passes by to find a chair and drag it over. ]

And you thought he'd be uncooperative.