[ less accusatory than normal, because, well. david's worse than just that as far as evan's concerned, but he's not trying to start a fight here and now.
which is strange. he should be trying that, in the wake of what they've done. he hasn't at all, yet, too shocked by everything to even try to beat him up to reestablish some sense of sanity. that's a bad sign, isn't it? ]
Just assume I don't hear about your furniture-trashing at home because you do it in private.
[ david snorts and turns his head to look at evan, an amused grin tugging at his expression. he can't tell how serious evan is about his assumption, but how much does that really matter? ]
You got me. Half my budget goes on replacing my furniture.
evan rubs a hand along his jaw, almost in memory of some of those fights, partly just from the tiredness setting in. the drinks didn't really hit him but the rest of it did, and all the little things that come from this - the guilt, the anger, the recognition of what he's doing - are creeping back in.
some days he wishes he had a little more self-control. ]
I'll, uh ... I'll let you know when I get a burner.
[ that slaps him back to reality pretty quickly and david looks away from evan, down to the beer in his hand. right, the burner. because they can't just do this. because this isn't okay. ]
[ he nods, clears his throat and glances toward the door. ]
[ it's probably too abrupt of an ending, given the casual banter, but evan's suddenly filled with a sort of dread. there's no activity on his actual phone, which means there's probably no reason to worry. his father used to wait for him to get back before the explosions started, but he's getting older now; his self-control is a lot less than it used to be. evan would know by now.
still, the worry lingers. ]
Yeah. Before people start wonderin' where the fuck I went to.
[ he grips the arm of the couch hard before he stands, making sure he's fully able to do so before double checking that he's all done up and doesn't look too rumpled. not that anyone would assume this, but still. ]
Don't want 'em following me around like they used to.
[ fair enough. david nods and gestures doorward. unlike some, he's only got one door, but the tiny handful of people around here won't really care. the more they peer into other peoples' lives, the more it invites people to look into theirs, so they keep to themselves as much as possible. ]
People round here don't give a shit about what anyone else is doing, at least. Should be able to piss off unbothered.
[ he pulls his jacket on, gives david what he hopes is a wry look instead of one that's uncertain and maybe a little afraid - of what? - because everything like that is fighting for control at this point. it's probably more of the former at this point. he's had enough time to get control of himself. ]
Good idea to live outside the combat zones, then.
[ his apartment, the shitty empty one, is right on the edge. still within territories. still within reach. maybe nobody cares there, but here, it's probably better.
he heads for the door, taking another quick glance around the apartment out of habit. he's probably going to remember a lot more of this than he wants to, honestly. ]
[ there's some lingering want there, something david internally chalks up to being because they're in his place, a half-assed explanation that might make sense if david cared to follow that line of thought, but he's not going to waste the time or brain power on it. ]
[ after a moment he stands to follow evan to the door, just to lock it when he leaves. that's all it is. ]
[ evan nods a final sort-of-goodbye as david approaches, and leaves - carefully, because he has to. opens the door slowly and listens first, heads out with a lighter tread than he normally would, but david's right. there's nobody around, and if anybody's on the other sides of the apartment doors, they're not listening. they're not involved. they don't want to be involved.
he leaves without waiting to hear the door lock, and doesn't look back. he's not attached. doesn't need to make sure of anything. right? david's more than capable of taking care of himself and anyway, this is just their little ... thing. just a couple of one-night stands to pass the time. so what if he's getting a burner? that's just for his own safety.
and maybe if he keeps telling himself that, it'll be true. ]
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[ less accusatory than normal, because, well. david's worse than just that as far as evan's concerned, but he's not trying to start a fight here and now.
which is strange. he should be trying that, in the wake of what they've done. he hasn't at all, yet, too shocked by everything to even try to beat him up to reestablish some sense of sanity. that's a bad sign, isn't it? ]
Just assume I don't hear about your furniture-trashing at home because you do it in private.
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You got me. Half my budget goes on replacing my furniture.
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[ from the fights, obviously.
evan rubs a hand along his jaw, almost in memory of some of those fights, partly just from the tiredness setting in. the drinks didn't really hit him but the rest of it did, and all the little things that come from this - the guilt, the anger, the recognition of what he's doing - are creeping back in.
some days he wishes he had a little more self-control. ]
I'll, uh ... I'll let you know when I get a burner.
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[ he nods, clears his throat and glances toward the door. ]
Yeah-- yeah of course.
[ that's that then. ]
You headin' off?
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still, the worry lingers. ]
Yeah. Before people start wonderin' where the fuck I went to.
[ he grips the arm of the couch hard before he stands, making sure he's fully able to do so before double checking that he's all done up and doesn't look too rumpled. not that anyone would assume this, but still. ]
Don't want 'em following me around like they used to.
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People round here don't give a shit about what anyone else is doing, at least. Should be able to piss off unbothered.
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[ he pulls his jacket on, gives david what he hopes is a wry look instead of one that's uncertain and maybe a little afraid - of what? - because everything like that is fighting for control at this point. it's probably more of the former at this point. he's had enough time to get control of himself. ]
Good idea to live outside the combat zones, then.
[ his apartment, the shitty empty one, is right on the edge. still within territories. still within reach. maybe nobody cares there, but here, it's probably better.
he heads for the door, taking another quick glance around the apartment out of habit. he's probably going to remember a lot more of this than he wants to, honestly. ]
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[ there's some lingering want there, something david internally chalks up to being because they're in his place, a half-assed explanation that might make sense if david cared to follow that line of thought, but he's not going to waste the time or brain power on it. ]
[ after a moment he stands to follow evan to the door, just to lock it when he leaves. that's all it is. ]
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he leaves without waiting to hear the door lock, and doesn't look back. he's not attached. doesn't need to make sure of anything. right? david's more than capable of taking care of himself and anyway, this is just their little ... thing. just a couple of one-night stands to pass the time. so what if he's getting a burner? that's just for his own safety.
and maybe if he keeps telling himself that, it'll be true. ]