Part of Evan was tempted to swat Danny's hand away. He didn't have the energy, though, so he just let his little brother fuss over him, chuckling a little bit at how good he was at it. He was just like their mother sometimes. "Thanks, petit frère," he said, lapsing into a moment of French as he often did with Danny and Georgie. They were so much like their mother sometimes.
Georgie huffed, closing her book and standing up, and Evan sighed a little bit as he watched her walk out of the room and into the mess hall, likely to read. Evan knew that she didn't understand why he was so determined to protect her like he did. He knew that she liked it even less than she understood it. But he also knew that he couldn't change it. As much as he loved Georgie and Danny, he had to sacrifice for them. He had no choice.
"She's just like mom sometimes," he mumbled to Danny after Georgie made her retreat. "Mom was pretty stubborn. When she had her mind set to something… you remember," he sighed a little bit. At least he hoped that Danny remembered.
As if he'd picked the most awkward moment, he heard Lukas groan and then stretch as he awoke. Evan turned his head and looked at him, chuckling bitterly when the other man commented that he looked like hell. "You aren't the portrait of perfection yourself," he retorted, his expression softening when Danny mentioned that he'd been through hell. The one and only person who was always in his corner, that boy. "So, I take it you met my brother and sister."
Danny would probably see this as shocking, Evan actually being somewhat friendly and social with someone. It wasn't the first time he'd seen it, no. But it was the first time in a long time.