Who: Susan Turner and Evan Hansen What: Talking about stuff and things Where: Their place When: Night of Dec 26 Warnings: YES. Depending on how much Evan reveals, potential talk of self harm and suicide Status: Closed
Connor was asleep, and while not exactly snoring, he was making a slight noise with each breath. It was even and predictable, which told Evan he was definitely not faking it. Evan, on the other hand, was wide awake. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and he knew he wasn't going to sleep any time soon.
He slowly go up and slipped out of the room. His heart hammered in his chest, though there was no real reason for it. He was nervous, of course. He lived in a constant nervous state. And the realisation that he needed to talk to Turner only heightened his nerves. But he had to do it, and this was as good a time as any.
Her bedroom door was shut, but the light was still on. Evan approached slowly, awkwardly. And it took him a good few minutes to work up the courage to knock. His palms felt clammy and he immediately wiped his hand on his shirt. "Turner?"