Evan held up his bag with a smirk. "The essentials. Milk, cereal, and bread. No booze. That sure as hell better be in the fridge at home still," he replied with a shrug.
He continued to smirk when John repeated that she had came to see him. She had, and she'd been worried. She'd tried so hard to hang onto her annoyance to try to get some straight answer from him, but he'd refused. Then he'd laughed, just like John said, right in her face until she left. He'd laughed behind her as she left. The smirk fell from his face, though, when John said she'd came looking for him. "She already had," he said, frowning. "She said she had tried but you weren't around or something. So she tried again? Did you ignore her again like you said you would? Did you fall through, John, or did you decide whatever amusement she provides you is worth her safety, her sanity, her... in general?" He was glaring now. "I didn't tell her anything. It's none of her damned business." He paused, glaring more fiercely now. "What the hell happened, John, when she left the pub?"