Evan had actually waited all night. Sleeping in a chair in an infirmary room area wasn't any worse than sleeping in the cold office, so even though neither one was appealing, on a night like tonight, he couldn't think of many places he'd rather be. He hadn't woken Leah when he got up to go. He knew how she felt about enclosed spaces with crowds, and he was sure this would be no exception. Besides, it wasn't like they'd be able to leave Marigold behind. So, he had slipped out when he'd gotten the message, in lieu of a reply to Silas, and gone to the infirmary.
Besides, he was the godfather. He was supposed to be there.
It felt awkward. Or maybe awkward wasn't the word for it. It felt... strange. Being here, with Luke and David and Eloise—Rae's family—made him feel out of place. Maybe if Elliot was still alive, he wouldn't have felt so awkward, but he did. Still, it was what his friend would have wanted. So, he was there. Rae, at one point, had asked after Leah, and then asked Evan's opinion on making her the godmother. Evan hadn't been able to give her a straight up answer, but he told her that when he saw her again, he'd ask.
The night had been long. EJ had been born at four in the morning, to a still-very-crowded room, and Evan had been among the first to see him. Luke had cut the umbilical cord, David had been the first to hold him, to hand him off to Rae, and Evan stood there, quietly, until Rae pointed out that he hadn't had a turn yet. There had been a few tearful moments, one occurred when Rae introduced him to the baby as Uncle Don Evan, but all in all, it was a beautiful, if awkward, morning. At about eight, he offered to make a coffee run for David, Luke and Ellie, and that was the first time he left the room.
Which was when he saw Leah.
Her greeting wasn't the warm one he was used to from her, but he probably should have expected no less, given the thickness in the air that surrounded them these past few days. “Hey,” he said softly, his expression changing a little upon seeing her. Not falling, not saddening, just... sobering. The world still turned outside of that room. Just because it was happy in there... the rest of the world was still as it was when he'd gone in there that morning.
“He's perfect. Already looks like his dad,” he told her, in lieu of anything about himself.