Evan actually laughed when John exclaimed that he cared about Teagan. John didn't. And he knew it. Evan knew it, too. He could say it all he wanted or even lie to Teagan, but in the end, John didn't care about her or anyone but himself. The laughter was cruel and cold with a hint of black amusement behind it. Since John had pushed him away, he propelled himself forward to get in John's face again without touching him. "Fuck you, John. You don't care. You never care. You don't fucking care. Stop lying to me. I know you too damned well unfortunately," he snarled in the man's face. "Yeah, you do. Because you can't stay away. You don't get it. You're gonna piss off the other person, someone who doesn't care if you're... untouchable or whatever the fuck you are! Until then, I'll just fuck with her instead."
"What the hell do I know about how it worse? I just want to make sure I won't catch it if I fuck her while I'm fucking with her. I'm sure if she's fucked you, she'll fuck me too. We used to be friends; we know how to share," he said sardonically.