Brutally honest. Evan chuckled and nodded, remembering the time she'd told him that a shirt he was wearing made him look like a giant glass of grape juice. “True. Like the grape juice shirt and the poop stain pants.” He nodded his head, smoothing his fingers through her hair when she rationalized that a little more time should pass. She wouldn't lose the baby, not if he had anything to say about it, but it was a smart thing to do all the same, even if it was... torturous. He was excited and wanted to share his excitement, but he still maintained that Leah had more than her share of the say.
Sighing a dramatic sigh, Evan nodded and rolled his eyes playfully. “You drive a hard bargain, Leah Stone. But I suppose, to keep you happy, I shall keep the stress and naughty words to a minimum,” he crinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out.
“Cher, I may be honest but I don't have a death wish,” he told her. “Isn't it always lose-lose when I'm in a match against the Queen? That's okay, though, because losing hurts so good.”
Evan couldn't help but laugh, then he held his index finger out. “I never said I was female, now! I could be like the guy in that Johnny Cash song... named Sue? You know? Although if you ever want to hook up with another lady, my only stipulation is that I be allowed to watch,” he joked, half-expecting to get smacked.
Flight. “At least not now. Back in the day you'd have to worry about sudden low-flying aircraft, but now I think it's a safe one. Maybe phasing. Go through walls and stuff, and never get trapped. You could even phase yourself unbiteable by infected.” An absurd conversation, but a nice one all the same.
He pushed her hair behind her ear and smiled at her. “It's not. Nothing's going to take me away. You know that.” And that was both optimism and from-the-gut honesty. He'd proven beyond a shadow of doubt that he'd always come back to her—at least he thought he had—but he understood, especially now, in light of Rae's situation and likening it to her own. “I'm happier than I ever thought I'd be again. I'm not losing out on that, or leaving you.”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “I couldn't forget. Probably the most important day in my life.” And that was saying something, since he'd been married before. But that day, with Leah, had changed his post-apocalyptic outlook quite a bit. Laughing at her comment about returning what he took, he shrugged. “You've already given me infinitely more, but the thought is wonderful. Merci, cher. You're spectacular.” He paused and grinned. “Even when you have berry on your upper lip.”