Unannounced visits weren't a foreign concept to Evan; back when Elliot was alive, sometimes his friend would come to visit. And for an entirely too brief moment, Evan's mind cruelly reminded him of that. Quickly, though, too quickly, he remembered that Elliot was dead, that it wasn't him. So, who could it be then?
He was pleased to see George on the other side of the door. Lately, it seemed like the people who legitimately enjoyed Evan's company dwindled in amount. Being a leader, he supposed, didn't really allow much opportunity for friendship. Forced him to be the bad guy in many situations and isolated him in others. So, another friendly face that didn't belong to his girlfriend was certainly welcome.
"A game, huh? All right. You know where everything is, so just make yourself at home, ouais?"
"I remember. And Daniel's was a very green jousting match with yellow bleachers and a blue king. That was the moment we realized that he wasn't cut out for painting." He chuckled when she mentioned the painting and shrugged. "Marigold is very into the pink," he pointed out. "I offered her a whole palette of colors, and she chose that one. And you'll notice that the sky has pink in it too. She decided that it was sunset."