Fun. It almost felt like an alien concept with the way the past few months had been, but this vacation was certainly fun. And definitely needed. Everyone was smiling. From Marigold to Elliot. He'd even seen Ellie relax and smile a few times. Not that she was tense, he just hadn't expected so much relaxation in a group of people, half of whom were reluctantly friendly acquaintances at best.
But this was good. The volleyball game had been fun, even though, as Elliot had promised, he and Rae had all but decimated Evan and David. David was about as unathletic as he looked, and Evan was no master athlete, either. Rae's performance had been slightly impeded by the baby, but she and Elliot were still twice as athletic as Evan and David on their best days. So, taking that dose of humble pie with something of a tough pill to swallow.
Either way, he was having fun. Especially now that he was knelt in the sand, helping Leah and Marigold make a sandcastle.
The only problem with Evan taking part in sandcastle-making was that his artist-gene made it impossible for him to just... make a sandcastle. It became an intricate project, and no matter how many times he told himself that it didn't have to be perfect, he couldn't convince himself. And five minutes later, he was sculpting the perfect window.
He'd already moved three or four things just a shade to the left or right for symmetry (even though he tried to stay away from anything Marigold made, because it was mostly her project, after all), and every time, Leah glared at him. He heard her comment and chuckled a little bit, eyes going sheepish, but a smirk quickly replacing the embarrassment. "You mean like this?" he asked as he reached his hand forward and shifted the seashell just a shade upward to match the last tower.
"Sorry, cher. I'm an artist, you know?" he let the sheepish smirk come back. "I can't... help it."