Damn it. She really had been unsure, expecting in equal measures a serious question and another 'ba-dum-bum-chaa!' from the snare drum. But it was that damned straight face that had her thinking for a good, hot second that this was about to get uncomfortable. Of course, the moment he opened his beautiful snarky mouth she was snickering. And the snickers led to giggles, but oh, did she lose it when some poor kid overheard the delirium he was spouting. Laughing as she walked, shaking her head and hardly hearing another absurd thing he said, thumbs unhooking themselves from her jean pockets to allow her to hug herself in hopes of keeping her sides from splitting, Evan gave him a friendly elbow to his side, snickering a well-intention, "you jackass."
Of course it was that moment of closeness, that joking touch that made her sober up just a touch. Because the closer she'd gotten to him, the more she'd felt like he was a magnet. Or more appropriately, the tractor beam on the Death Star. Her laugh faded into an on-again, off-again chuckle, while her broad smile sank into the remnant of a grin. Arms remained crossed as she gave them about a foot of distance between elbows, looking once more ahead.
"Since we're on such serious matters, I guess it's only fair that I take my turn ..." She wished she could have made a joke about an animated film or a childish belief, but no, she had to ask this now or she risked losing her nerve. "Are you married?" Yeah, she'd let that sit for a moment, looking to him with an expression that was almost apologetic. "I only ask because, on that community message thing you said you were kidding, but ... I wasn't sure if that was about being a cross-dresser or being married, or ... both." Hopefully both. She'd almost said that, but no, she hadn't. Maybe she should have? No. Probably not.