"Where are you going?" Lui asks innocently from the dining table, looking up at David with wide eyes.

David chuckles, pouring his coffee. "I have to get some trial prep, collect the papers, write down how I found Jonathan, things like that. I won't be gone long." He smiles, kissing Lui's forehead. Lui's face burns like a brand over something so simple, so he goes back to the eggs David made him. "Say hello to Evan for me when he wakes up. I love you Lui."

Lui's jaw falls and he feels himself getting hotter, crossing his legs and watching David walk away, hearing him clank around before opening and shutting the door. Lui groans, then he sighs, leaning over his plate. "Oh god.."

He picks up the plates and walks into the kitchen, putting them into the sink and cleaning them. If he's in David's house he's at least going to be a good guest. Lui puts them into the drying rack and looks at the stair case, where is Evan? He's usually up before Lui is, to be honest. Long day, Lui guesses.

So Lui sighs and walks into the living room, sitting down on the couch and crossing his legs. He rubs his eye and turns on the TV, then that show from the day before that was good but was obviously cheap.

The floor creaks upstairs, Lui can hear it. David's house is obviously worn in, but it's warm and comfy so Lui doesn't mind. He hopes the creaking is Evan waking up, because now it's getting late and Lui doesn't want Evan working himself into a depressive state over Jonathan.

Lui settles back in his seat, holding one of his knees against his chest and waiting for Evan to come downstairs. It's boring with no one to talk to, no one to smile at or laugh at the stupid jokes with. But then the stairs creak and Lui smiles, waiting for Evan to round the corner. And he does.

Lui freezes the second he spots the gun.

"I-I'm sorry, s-so sorry, p-pl-please don't make this hard," Evan stutters, aiming the gun at Lui's chest. Lui sits eriely still, eyes wide with fear, his blood roaring in his ears. Evan. Oh, Evan. "H-He, he said he loved me! He promised me, promised me money and, and he said I, I would never have to.. have to do this. My body would b-be his and he'd be nice and kind and h-he said I'd be happy."

Evan is crying now, eyes wide with fear of his own. I mean, he's about to kill someone. "Evan.." Evan shakes his head, stepping closer. He growls, he doesn't want to hear it, he wants Jonathan.

"He's going to escape! I know he will!- Jonathan is smart, and loyal, and he knows what he's doing!" Evan screams, but then his voice drops. "Kill the other one, he said. Kill the detective, he said. He said if I got you, or David, we'd be fine. I wanted to kill Tyler the night I killed Ohm but I- I didn't have the chance, I saw you walk in I had to get on stage."

Lui swallows hard. Evan killed Ohm. Oh, poor Ohm. Lui feels his heart beat faster. Who did Jonathan kill then? Luke, obviously. It had to be, Luke could easily over power Evan. And Craig, Evan was with Lui when Craig died. It was... fool proof. They'd split the murders down the middle, and their alibis would keep them from getting thrown in jail. Evan couldn't do this.. no way. Jonathan must have... oh, Evan...

I can do this, Evan tells himself, I did it to Ohm. He knows what he's doing. "Oh, Evan... I-" Evan cuts him off, stepping forwards. He can do this, he can do this, he doesn't care. He's going to find Jonathan, he's going to get Jonathan, they're gonna be okay, he's going to get away from this. All of this.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!" Evan cries, literally cries, tears beginning to track down his face. "I don't want to hear it! I'm tired of being a stripper! I can get a new life, better then this, but you have to be dead!"

Lui's heart strings quiver. "Evan, hun, don't do this..."

Evan growls, loading the gun. "No! I will! Watch me, I will!"

Lui stands up, hands raised, cautious. "Evan... I know you're not a killer..."

"Don't touch me!" Evan screams, lifting the gun to aim at Lui's head.

Lui gulps, stepping closer. "Ev... please... we, we're family. Remember?"

Evan's eyes widen and he sniffles, the gun shaking in his hand. Lui moves closer and knocks the gun away, grabbing Evan's wrists and holding them behind his back but he doesn't move or let go, he let's Evan cry against his shoulder as he stares at the floor, worried for his own sanity.