Nerves were a really foreign thing for Evan, usually, so Leah's question would have normally been met with a resounding no.
But this instance, this both incredibly exciting and inherently terrifying instance, where he was designing a nursery for their child—for his blood child—was different. He wanted it to be worthy of the amazing being that their child would be. And as he stood, cut-out stencils in hand, he was definitely worried that it wouldn't be.
Maybe he shouldn't have been. He was an artist after all. He'd done things that were more daunting than a Dr. Seuss motif before, but this... was for his child. It was the image they'd have for most of their childhood.
"I wasn't," he admitted honestly with a breathy laugh. "But maybe a little bit now."
He turned and looked at her with a little smile. "Are you?"
Of course, he was aware that there was more to be nervous about than just the painting; the parenting in general was something. And he wondered if she'd pick up on the undertones of that in his question.