[ evan waits inside for what he feels like is the right amount of time for david to fuck off before trying to brush more dust off his jacket and heading back through the wall. right to the exit, right to where he can get out of here and pretend none of this ever happened.
except david hasn't left. he's standing just outside, smoking, like this is the right place to do it. evan stops dead, stares at him, expression somewhere between real embarrassment and irritation and that ever-present rage, and then he looks down at the packet of cigarettes and gives up. ]
Pass one over.
[ nobody's around and besides, it's not exactly damning to bum a smoke off someone. ]
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except david hasn't left. he's standing just outside, smoking, like this is the right place to do it. evan stops dead, stares at him, expression somewhere between real embarrassment and irritation and that ever-present rage, and then he looks down at the packet of cigarettes and gives up. ]
Pass one over.
[ nobody's around and besides, it's not exactly damning to bum a smoke off someone. ]