It was easier moving about at night, Evan often found. He slept in the afternoon, usually from about three in the afternoon to ten at night (if he was lucky, anyway. Insomnia proved to be an inconvenient enemy more often than not), then got up and did solo supply runs. George and Danny hated every second of it, of course, but it was easier at night. There were fewer people to distract him at night. Danny's argument was that there were fewer people to protect him, but since this had started, he'd functioned better alone. If a time came when that stopped being the case? Well, he'd deal with it then. For now he was just going to be happy with the way things were.
He'd gotten back from his midnight supply run at about five in the morning, when the sky was still dark and the tiniest bit of brightness was just barely peeking over the horizon. This used to be his favorite time of day. He would always climb out of bed, taking care not to wake Olivia, go out to the back porch and paint. He remembered trying to match the color of the sky one morning, but never appropriately being able to.
After the argument with the guard when he got to the door, Evan's mood was soured. Not that it was entirely too difficult to sour Evan's mood to begin with, but comments about the fact that he was a weak link on the way back in from a supply run were definitely a quick and easy way to do it.
It was making his "new leaf" all too difficult to keep turned over.
He breathed a sigh and walked over to his bedroll, sitting down when he reached it and looking over at his brother and sister where they still slept. He envied them, admittedly. Gathering his sketch book from his bag, he tugged the colored pencils out of the supply bag. He needed to draw something to get his mind off of things.
He got to work, sketching away, and as soon as he finished, he realized exactly what he'd been sketching. Something for Eloise. He smirked a little bit and shook his head in surprise. They'd had one conversation… just one. And here he was drawing something for her. It was silly. She probably even forgot that he existed.
As if on cue, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned his head.
"Eloise?" he spoke in surprise, flipping his sketchbook over nonchalantly and letting his mouth curl up in a surprised grin. "Salut… ce qui t'amène ici?" Not that he wasn't glad. It was just surprising.