People could say what they wanted about Evan, but he was a brilliant debater. He could come up with brilliant points on the spot, even when he wasn't at his best. "That's all I can ask." Elliot would make a great leader. He already did far more than he realized, even in moments like this when all he did was advised Evan and helped to keep him sane.
"Maybe not, but..." he shrugged and looked down at his hands. "I don't know, I guess I just need to get used to it. I guess I'd feel better about it if I hadn't been trying so hard. It's fine. I'll be fine." As soon as he could get out of this bed and fix the things that would inevitably be messed up, anyway. He rolled his eyes and sighed a little bit. "I don't know what more you want me to say, man. I've apologized, admitted I was an idiot and I know I'm going to lose both Leah and my reputation so what more do you want from me?" His tone was a little sadder than it was angry now. There was only so much he could do right now. He could promise not to do it again, but he didn't know what would happen in the future.
"I agreed to your orders, so I'd like to see that awesome bedside manner now instead of yeti Tourettes, if it's all the same. C'mon, man, you're not just a medic. You're my best friend, too..." he muttered sadly. He was already beating himself up enough. He didn't need Elliot doing it too.
Nodding solemnly, Evan looked at the curtain behind Elliot, hoping that Leah would come in soon. "Yeah. I doubt that she'll want much to do with me in general, either. I can imagine, for the next little while, it'll be all about that little girl. Which is good. I'm glad she's finally getting the chance she always wanted." Even if it cost him their relationship.
"Reassurance that I'm not a total screw-up, maybe?" he said with a hollow laugh. It was a joke, mostly, but there was a tiny layer of truth to it. "Just kidding."