Evan and John Sheppard
Evan thrust his right hand forward, a gesture that tended to precede an attempt to talk when he felt awkward, uncertain, or frightened. His fingers curled and he dropped his arm, fingers going to pick at the edge of the cast on his other arm.
"I'm Evan," he said, the words forced despite the fact he was just introducing himself. "My, um. My, my, my guardian brought me." He felt like he needed to explain why he was there. He felt like he didn't belong, but he wanted this man who seemed kind like Connor's dad, to know he wasn't here to cause any trouble.