"They probably have a backup generator. It won't completely go down, unless they're fucking morons." Evan said. When she pulled his hand away, he frowned. "What exactly is your plan here, Edan?" he asked, wanting to see if she'd even thought through any of this.
“Why do I have to have a plan?” she asked. There was no jumping on that hoping there was a back up generator, not a chance. That still didn’t help the fact that it was all but raining inside from the open door.
"Fine, what is it you want?" he asked, cutting to the chase. "You've got hold of me, you don't seem to want to let go, you don't want me to leave, and you can't seem to stop playing with fire. So, what's the end game? What is it you want?" Because it sure as hell seemed like she wanted something. Out of him, specifically.
She almost laughed, smiling a little at the idea of playing with fire. He had her right there. “I don’t want you to go. That’s as far as I’ve gotten so far.”
"If I say I won't leave, will you let go?" Evan asked. He still wasn't quite sure what was happening. He couldn't tell if this was just her, or if this was her on crack, due to the storm. He wasn't sure what she wanted from him. It was all one big mess, as far as he could tell. And he had no idea what to do about it. Or even what he wanted to do about it.
“Are you lying?” she asked, not quite letting go, not at first. After a moment though she did let go of his shirt, smoothing it out slowly. “Why do I have to want something specifically? What if I just want to get to know you Evan?”
Evan stood straight, wondering if she got this hands on with everyone else. If she got like this with everyone else, period. Or if for some reason, he was singled out. "Not sure yet." he said, which kind of answered all of her questions.
That didn’t seem like a completely acceptable answer to all her questions, but it was all he gave her so she let it drop. “I’m still figuring it out. What I want.”
"Well do me a favor, and at least let me in on some of the process." he said, sighing. He reached up, tugging his fingers through his hair, and looked back toward the door. He didn't move for it, but he was watching the rain fall hard out there and he was wishing he was out in it. But, he wasn't fucking off just yet.
“I like being around you,” she answered honestly, not liking the way he was looking at the door or what was going on outside the door. “I like that you can touch me.” The last part wasn’t supposed to be said out loud, but something that had been rattling around in her head since he’d walked in the room, hell since he helped pick her up off the floor in the cafeteria.
That caught his attention. He'd been going to ask why she liked being around him, but that completely took a back seat to the whole touching admission. "...you like that I can touch you." he repeated, giving her room to expand on that. Because he could literally think of no actual way to ask, that didn't make him into an asshole of some description.