WHO: Evan and Leah WHAT: Leah may not want to admit it, but she needs comfort. WHERE: The Presidential Skybox at MSG. WHEN: 03/19/19, late night. RATING: Medium because language happens. STATUS: In progress.
It had been... a hell of a past few days, and that was putting it mildly. Sing Sing had gone well, relatively speaking, but since then? Jesus hell, it had been a whirlwind and a half.
Evan's own drama was relatively limited. Most of it centered around his friends. Namely, Elliot. At the start, Evan had been more than impressed at the way the man had handled the knowledge that his girlfriend was pregnant. Pregnancies at the end of the world were rare, though Evan wasn't sure anymore if that was because they were rare or... something else. But Elliot had initially been able to look at the bright side. To be happy about impending fatherhood, and while Evan had expected some kind of good reaction from his friend, the level of happiness was definitely unexpected. Pleasantly unexpected. At least it had been. And the level of calm made it easy to deal with, at least on Evan's part.
That wasn't to say that he was without his own emotional experiences. As someone who had the romantic intelligence of a tsetse fly, breaking up with Eloise had been quite a hellish experience on its own. The knowledge of exactly why he was doing it was a mind blower on its own. Having feelings for Leah fucking Stone, someone who he'd just barely learned to tolerate, was... surprising. But it was something that Evan had been wrestling with for awhile. Since December. Since that day, at Americana, when he'd learned about her past. Learning about what she'd overcome humanized her to him, made her less of an adversary and more of a comrade. Since then, the growing pleasantness between the two of them was hard to ignore.
And, apparently, easy to allow to transform.
But, in one fell swoop, all of the good (and maybe-good) things he'd had happening over the past few days changed. The news that pregnant women were going missing again... was a hard pill to swallow. Not only because of the obvious toll it would have on Leah and Elliot, but because it reminded him that no matter what they did, no matter what they fixed, there would still be people out there suffering, because they'd waited too long.
That, though, wasn't important right now.
As he walked up the stairs to the Presidential Skybox for the second time that day, all Evan could think about was the toll that this was obviously going to take on Leah. Knowing what he knew, feeling how he felt... how could he leave her alone?
He stood in front of the door, trying to calm his own thoughts for a minute, before pulling his hand from his coat pocket and rapping lightly on the metal door. "Leah? It's Evan..."