[ once he's past the entryway, he realizes: this is actually an apartment where david lives. it's not just some empty abandoned place to sleep off a hangover or ignore. this is an actual living space.
there's furniture, there's evidence of a life lived. he looks around in silence, taking in the little details. it's still not what he expects of david. not the flashy nightmare he suspects his actual apartment or room at home might look like. but it's more than what he's got.
that could be a bad thing to know for both of them. but he's here anyway. ]
Could be worse.
[ the untouched electric piano has his attention for a little longer than it probably should, but the dust loses his attention. evan stops in the kitchenette. ]
This where you go when shit's going bad or when you're hooking up?
[ or both, but his guess is that no women have ever been in here. it's too small, in too bad a place, to be anything but private. ]
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there's furniture, there's evidence of a life lived. he looks around in silence, taking in the little details. it's still not what he expects of david. not the flashy nightmare he suspects his actual apartment or room at home might look like. but it's more than what he's got.
that could be a bad thing to know for both of them. but he's here anyway. ]
Could be worse.
[ the untouched electric piano has his attention for a little longer than it probably should, but the dust loses his attention. evan stops in the kitchenette. ]
This where you go when shit's going bad or when you're hooking up?
[ or both, but his guess is that no women have ever been in here. it's too small, in too bad a place, to be anything but private. ]