Holding hands was almost as good as a hug. Maybe Evaan had isolated herself too much if she was getting a little misty over holding Jan's hand, but she was unlikely to admit that. Not when she was sober anyway. Drunk Evaan was a loud and fast talker who had no filter and tended to say everything on her mind, she could come out later and Evaan could enjoy that release. Or maybe the whole Valentine's thing, in general, would go well for her. Who knew?
"Sure, I could do a few sketches. I've been painting Alderaan pretty exclusively so at least this will fit in with the theme. Mom always said themes were important." Of course, getting back into painting or not, Evaan was always pretty clear on the fact that her talent was in flying and punching racists, not art. "I'll have to think about the gatherings thing. You know how bad I am with social media and just socializing in general. Councilor Brandt seems to have taken an interest, mostly I've been working with his office."
She knew it wasn't about the gallery though, Brandt seemed to smell rebel on her and he hadn't made up his mind what side he wanted to be on yet.
"Clint?" She had to think a moment. "Oh, we talked a little but I wouldn't say we know each other. He's someone you know from your world, right? Or at least he's a version of someone you know? He seems like a decent guy. Has the right idea about coffee and consuming gallons of it whenever possible."