[ he ends up not actually showering, but rather finding a washcloth that probably hasn't been used and just cleaning off his chest, resettling himself, checking in the mirror for any evidence that one or both of them lost a little too much control. bruises, but nothing he can't explain or hide.
he takes a little longer than he should pulling himself together, and so by the time he gets out david's already in the kitchen - still not exactly dressed, but not totally naked, and ... making tea? then again, alcohol's probably a bad choice at this time of night.
evan gets dressed, dragging his shirt on before his pants, but just carries his jacket for now. he watches david for a little while. unsure what to do or say. just leaving is probably what he should do, but it also doesn't seem right. ]
Got any coffee?
[ he's not a tea kind of guy, on the grounds of having never once had it before. ]
[ coffee is mostly just fuel to david. at his parents' there's a bunch of fancy types that do, admittedly, taste good, but david doesn't care enough to buy for taste. ]
[ he's a little surprised that evan isn't just taking off immediately, but he doesn't have any complaints either, which should be a surprise but david just turns to reach up into a cupboard and pull down a mug while he waits for evan's answer. ]
[ it's just to wake him up and clear his head, which he really fucking needs right now, so he's glad david wasn't drinking or else he'd probably start in on that. he sets his jacket on the counter and waits, glancing around david's apartment again now that he's not so distracted.
it's normal. not the glamorous party room he'd always figured would be any home away from home, but then again, david's proven that's not his whole world lately.
he wonders if he should have something like this. other than the shitty empty apartment they've crashed at before. the thought passes quickly, though, because there's no point. he'd get found out and would have to explain. ]
[ making the coffee is quick, just hot water and instant that he then pushes along the counter toward evan. the tea is a little more involved, has david pulling down a jar of sugar and grabbing milk out of the fridge. he seems mostly in good spirits, evidently not thinking much of just being here in his underwear while evan's fully dressed. ]
[ he does glance at evan over his shoulder, but he doesn't really have much to say. mostly he's just giving a quick look to make sure he's not about to spiral again. ]
[ it's shitty instant coffee, which is what he needs right now. nothing added. just bitterness and caffeine. it'll get him back home in an acceptable mood. nothing for anyone to wonder or argue about. and not drunk, about to do or say something stupid.
he's no less tense than ever but the anxiety over everything drains as he focuses on the coffee. he glances at david's tea process, considering making a comment but deciding against it. no point in antagonizing him now.
in silence he drinks the coffee, not sure what he's waiting for. he checks his phone once, but there's nothing, thank fuck. ]
[ david glances back at evan again, bemused. the point? most food and drink doesn't have a point other than to be enjoyed, he thinks. ]
The point?
[ he echoes his own thoughts as he turns to lean against the counter. he does, at least, seem to consider it a little instead of just dismissing it outright despite the hint of a laugh in his voice, eyebrows pulled in thought. ]
Don't get that. Always looked like it tasted weak.
[ because he hasn't ever tasted it. it never showed up at home and he never bothered buying it. some part of him gets the feeling it was considered weak. he's not sure how coffee was supposed to be better.
still, that's how his life's turned out. he finishes the coffee, trying to get out of his own idiot trap of small talk, and pulls his jacket on. ]
[ unlike evan, david's just been taking light sips of his, so there's most of it left. he holds out the mug to him, eyebrows raised. it's just different. milder, sure, but different in just about every way. ]
[ evan glances at the mug, gives david a dry look, and shakes his head. no, he's not going to, and for several different reasons he's not about to articulate right now. ]
Nah. 'S not my thing.
[ he heads for the door, because he's dragged this out long enough. whatever he did or didn't get out of this, whatever they resolved or made worse, he doubts he can keep up this veneer of normalcy. besides, he's probably got more work to do. ]
[ david shakes his head, a small, amused smile on his face. he'd ask how evan knows if he's never tried it, but he wants to leave and david's not gonna try and make him stay. ]
[ he curls his hands around the mug and stays where he is, not following evan to the door just in case someone happens to peek over and catch david in his underwear, and offers a curt nod from where he's standing instead. ]
[ evan nods slightly, even without looking, and leaves. makes sure he shuts the door completely, although he's not going to linger to make sure david locks it (that's on david). he heads downstairs, and out of the apartment, and then goes to sit in a bar for a while partly to clear his head and partly to be seen, in case anybody asks.
he's got no idea what he's doing anymore. except he's not as angry, now. he should be but he's not.
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he takes a little longer than he should pulling himself together, and so by the time he gets out david's already in the kitchen - still not exactly dressed, but not totally naked, and ... making tea? then again, alcohol's probably a bad choice at this time of night.
evan gets dressed, dragging his shirt on before his pants, but just carries his jacket for now. he watches david for a little while. unsure what to do or say. just leaving is probably what he should do, but it also doesn't seem right. ]
Got any coffee?
[ he's not a tea kind of guy, on the grounds of having never once had it before. ]
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[ coffee is mostly just fuel to david. at his parents' there's a bunch of fancy types that do, admittedly, taste good, but david doesn't care enough to buy for taste. ]
[ he's a little surprised that evan isn't just taking off immediately, but he doesn't have any complaints either, which should be a surprise but david just turns to reach up into a cupboard and pull down a mug while he waits for evan's answer. ]
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[ it's just to wake him up and clear his head, which he really fucking needs right now, so he's glad david wasn't drinking or else he'd probably start in on that. he sets his jacket on the counter and waits, glancing around david's apartment again now that he's not so distracted.
it's normal. not the glamorous party room he'd always figured would be any home away from home, but then again, david's proven that's not his whole world lately.
he wonders if he should have something like this. other than the shitty empty apartment they've crashed at before. the thought passes quickly, though, because there's no point. he'd get found out and would have to explain. ]
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[ he does glance at evan over his shoulder, but he doesn't really have much to say. mostly he's just giving a quick look to make sure he's not about to spiral again. ]
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he's no less tense than ever but the anxiety over everything drains as he focuses on the coffee. he glances at david's tea process, considering making a comment but deciding against it. no point in antagonizing him now.
in silence he drinks the coffee, not sure what he's waiting for. he checks his phone once, but there's nothing, thank fuck. ]
Never got the point of tea.
[ idle conversation. this won't be awkward. ]
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The point?
[ he echoes his own thoughts as he turns to lean against the counter. he does, at least, seem to consider it a little instead of just dismissing it outright despite the hint of a laugh in his voice, eyebrows pulled in thought. ]
Think the point is just that people like it.
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Don't get that. Always looked like it tasted weak.
[ because he hasn't ever tasted it. it never showed up at home and he never bothered buying it. some part of him gets the feeling it was considered weak. he's not sure how coffee was supposed to be better.
still, that's how his life's turned out. he finishes the coffee, trying to get out of his own idiot trap of small talk, and pulls his jacket on. ]
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Weak?
[ unlike evan, david's just been taking light sips of his, so there's most of it left. he holds out the mug to him, eyebrows raised. it's just different. milder, sure, but different in just about every way. ]
Here, try it.
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Nah. 'S not my thing.
[ he heads for the door, because he's dragged this out long enough. whatever he did or didn't get out of this, whatever they resolved or made worse, he doubts he can keep up this veneer of normalcy. besides, he's probably got more work to do. ]
See you around.
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[ he curls his hands around the mug and stays where he is, not following evan to the door just in case someone happens to peek over and catch david in his underwear, and offers a curt nod from where he's standing instead. ]
See you.
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he's got no idea what he's doing anymore. except he's not as angry, now. he should be but he's not.
that's probably a bad sign. ]