Horseshoes And Handgrenades

[Waddle]

Evan kept his blue eyes down from everyone as they left. He knew some of them, and knew undoubtedly that rumors about this would be spreading like wildfire. Well then, they would have to get over it. As long as they stayed the heck out of his life, he wouldn't bother them.

He was a little hurt by Ant's distant reaction. He didn't know what he had been hoping for, looking for, but he didn't find it. Someone who really cared about him, perhaps? It did feel a little bad sometimes, but that was usually when he had a hangover and everything was worse than it normally was. He had a lot better childhood than some, like Ant. Still, it seemed pretty harsh, and, for a reason he wouldn't have been able to explain if his life depended on it, he wanted his relationship with the world to be different. He was just the goofy, weird man who played pranks and never grew up. Just another nobody.

Once everyone was out, Evan looked at Ant, and saw his friend's gaze on his knuckles. Evan moved closer to take Ant's hand on his gently so as to examine the knuckles. "Ouch," he said, sympathetically. "You alright?" His voice was slightly slurred from his messed up jaw, which, he determined, was dislocated or fractured or whatever they called it. It was just messed up in his mind.

[Anty]

Anthony thought about the question for a few minutes. No, he wasn't all right, he had just gotten into a fight with his best friend's half brother and all his fingers were broken. But he wasn't going to tell Evan that. He looked at his knuckles again, "Yeah, I think I'll be alright," he looked at Evan again. "Are you sure you're going to be alright? That jaw looks really bad... " he reached out his hand and softly brushed it against his jaw.

He looked down at the man again, "Do you think he'll be alright?"

[Waddle]

"I think I'll be fine..." Evan replied slowly, watching Ant's fingers on his face from the corner of his eyes. He turned away quickly, as Anty spoke again, clearing his throat awkwardly and scratching the stubble on his face where his friend's fingers had been. Drawing a slightly shaky breath, he released it and nudged his half brother's body with a toe. "Yeah... Stupid idiot will be fine." The sudden venom that filled his voice surprised a distant part of him, a sensable part of him. He muttered to himself for a second, not paying any mind to the colorful language he used.

Finally, the anger started building up again, and he turned away from the man. Putting a hand on Anthony's arm, he said, "C'mon, lets get outta here before the cops show up or anything." It came out harsher than he had meant it to, and he looked at the floor again as he started walking. "Sorry..." What was wrong with him? Why was he so mad at his half brother? Probably because the guy was the closest thing to their father that he could punch.

Mind in a scramble, he found the door out and started off swiftly down the street, headed for the apartment. He had almost forogtten about Ant, and would have started running for his life, if it hadn't been that his friend was there. So he walked as fast as his legs would allow, hands in his pockets, staring at the sidewalk in front of him without seeing it, chewing the inside of his cheek till it bled.