Evan and John Sheppard
"Turner," he answered quickly. He lifted his gaze for a brief moment, not long enough to make eye contact. "Major Susan Turner," he explained, the words run together because he spit them out entirely too fast.
"She um, she's really nice." She had been nothing but kind and understanding, patient with Evan and all of his issues. She'd taken him to the clinic where he got his arm checked out, where he got his meds replaced. She made every effort to keep him from folding in on himself, and while he wouldn't ever voluntarily come to a gathering like this, he was glad she pushed him to step out of his comfort zone. It was difficult, but he knew it was for his own good. He needed to interact with others.
"You...you remind me of, of, of her. In the eyes," he said softly, awkwardly. He might avoid eye contact like such an act would burn his pupils, but that didn't mean he didn't notice. And the eyes were a good indication of who someone was. John had kind eyes.