[ david moves with the shove, but it doesn't put any real distance between them. evan's hands are still on him, so david keeps his where they are in turn. ]
[ it's far enough for him to see the panic in evan's expression. the terror and the weak way he asks what he's doing that feels much too familiar because how many times has that been him? abruptly pulling his hand away in the park, dodging a quick kiss in the dark. ]
[ last week on evan's couch. ]
[ years and years of dancing around this shit until he decided it was better not to even try indulging at all. it makes something in him twist until it just about snaps. he's given up so much, cut away so many pieces of himself for this life because that's what was asked. what was needed. why can't he have something he might actually fucking enjoy? even if it's with someone he hates and who hates him, at least they'll have something in common other than misery and anger and bloodshed, right? ]
[ of course, david is much too drunk to even try articulating any of that, and what comes out is a confused: ] Ain't this what you want?
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[ it's far enough for him to see the panic in evan's expression. the terror and the weak way he asks what he's doing that feels much too familiar because how many times has that been him? abruptly pulling his hand away in the park, dodging a quick kiss in the dark. ]
[ last week on evan's couch. ]
[ years and years of dancing around this shit until he decided it was better not to even try indulging at all. it makes something in him twist until it just about snaps. he's given up so much, cut away so many pieces of himself for this life because that's what was asked. what was needed. why can't he have something he might actually fucking enjoy? even if it's with someone he hates and who hates him, at least they'll have something in common other than misery and anger and bloodshed, right? ]
[ of course, david is much too drunk to even try articulating any of that, and what comes out is a confused: ] Ain't this what you want?