[ evan watches david and wonders what, exactly, he's up to. if this is a prelude to a knife in the throat, or if he's just being paranoid. if this is really just a stupid decision with a short physical benefit - but one he's gotten used to having, from time to time.
there's a moment of tension as david's hand goes for his mask, but it moves, touches his neck - not a whole lot better, really - and tilts his head up. his fingers tighten around the edge of the workbench until he feels david's teeth instead of the metal he was almost expecting. a bite. a mark. the thing he does to them, done - for the first time in a long, long time, possibly forever - to him.
it's not bad, he thinks idly, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but he doesn't try to put distance between them. ]
That's almost romantic.
[ said sardonically, knowing that neither one of them is aiming for that - and in evan's case probably isn't capable of it. ]
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there's a moment of tension as david's hand goes for his mask, but it moves, touches his neck - not a whole lot better, really - and tilts his head up. his fingers tighten around the edge of the workbench until he feels david's teeth instead of the metal he was almost expecting. a bite. a mark. the thing he does to them, done - for the first time in a long, long time, possibly forever - to him.
it's not bad, he thinks idly, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but he doesn't try to put distance between them. ]
That's almost romantic.
[ said sardonically, knowing that neither one of them is aiming for that - and in evan's case probably isn't capable of it. ]