"I wasn't exactly the king of cordial to you, either," he mused with a quiet chuckle. For him, it had been different. The reason he'd been so difficult had been equally shameful, but still different. He was used to getting... "reactions" from women. Used to being able to easily get their attention, but Leah hadn't really given him the time of day, and it had frustrated him. Shortly thereafter, it had turned into different animosity, and then it became genuine attraction. But by that point, it was too late to do anything about it. The dislike was too deeply ingrained.
Evan chuckled. "To most other men, that might be a problem, but I make no secret of the fact that I prefer women's company to men's," he reminded her. Yeah, it would be nice to have more male friends, but for the most part, he didn't get along with other males, usually. He was too different, probably. Too European. "Set in Stone, huh?" he joked, but he was still smiling about the fact that they'd seemed to come to an agreement. "I'm sure," he told her honestly. "I wouldn't have said so if I wasn't sure," he added with a smile.
Chuckling, Evan nodded his head. "I think that's one of the things I miss most about the city," he told her honestly. "Street performers and art crawls and whatnot." There was always something going on there.
"Hate. Right. Did we declare it opposite day when I wasn't paying attention?" he joked with a little smirk. "So wait, you're actually condoning my plan to abuse you?" he added, arching an eyebrow and chuckling softly.
Evan's expression went somber when Leah mentioned his dead friend. Nodding once in confirmation, he shrugged a shoulder. "I wasn't going to say anything about it." It usually put people off when he talked about it. "He did," he agreed. "First male friend I've ever really had." And in a few months, he was closer with Elliot than even Daniel sometimes. "I didn't mean to bring the mood down," he admitted. "It's just harder to be social sometimes." He wished that more people liked him, then maybe he wouldn't be quite as reclusive now. But it was what it was, and he couldn't change it. "And the fact that my siblings are so distant doesn't make it any easier."
He wrinkled his nose when she poked it and rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "Twist my ankle, she says. Or getting a concussion, with my luck." He chuckled.
Her reaction made him chuckle a little bit, as he moved over to the small table that he'd repurposed into a kitchen counter. "Frenchman! Saving the day by speaking en francais!" He shook his head no, and chuckled. "No trouble. Just brought my keys with me and grabbed the stuff that the kitchen ladies set out for me." He nodded for her to come to the counter with him. "Want to help me out?"