[ it's not a no, but the followup makes evan let out an amused breath - almost a laugh, again. basically a no. that's fine. it's rare he ever expects that, and he's not as violently allergic to give and take as a lot of other killers, at least in regards to this. ]
So when this place collapses into dust.
[ he lets go of david's hair only to step forward, using their closeness and the hold on his hip to make david take a few steps back. toward a different workbench, because he's got way more than necessary. this one's mostly unoccupied except for a few broken pieces of old traps, a bottle of blackening tar, and partly-used tubes of grease used to keep the traps from rusting and make sure the joints snap shut as smoothly as possible.
once they're there, he traps david in as much as david tried to do to him, but he's big enough that it probably feels more effective. it's the same sort of looming he does in trials ... or at least, very close to it, except the murder's muted now.
one hand on the flat table behind david, the other still on david's hip, the light at his back and the whole place still mostly shadows, evan knows he probably looks more threatening than intended. but that's fine. the weapons are just out of reach, even now. and david's never been afraid of him - at least, not for a hell of a while. ]
Turn around or get on the table. [ yes, he'll go for it that abruptly. ] Your choice.
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So when this place collapses into dust.
[ he lets go of david's hair only to step forward, using their closeness and the hold on his hip to make david take a few steps back. toward a different workbench, because he's got way more than necessary. this one's mostly unoccupied except for a few broken pieces of old traps, a bottle of blackening tar, and partly-used tubes of grease used to keep the traps from rusting and make sure the joints snap shut as smoothly as possible.
once they're there, he traps david in as much as david tried to do to him, but he's big enough that it probably feels more effective. it's the same sort of looming he does in trials ... or at least, very close to it, except the murder's muted now.
one hand on the flat table behind david, the other still on david's hip, the light at his back and the whole place still mostly shadows, evan knows he probably looks more threatening than intended. but that's fine. the weapons are just out of reach, even now. and david's never been afraid of him - at least, not for a hell of a while. ]
Turn around or get on the table. [ yes, he'll go for it that abruptly. ] Your choice.