Evan's fingers twitched after the brushing from Jared's hand. It was a perfectly normal thing for him, something Evan did subconsciously all the time. His hands were almost constantly moving, tapping or worrying his clothes, twitching or spasming in a regular pattern. Sometimes people thought he was autistic because of the movement of his hands, but it was more nerves. He'd started using his hands to deflect his anxiety at an early age, and had taken to it and now it was part of who he was. He could no sooner stop his fingers from twitching than he could stop breathing.
He sniffed at the shot, now that he knew what to expect, he didn't feel so apprehensive about it. It was still scary for him, because he'd never done anything like this before. He drew a breath and looked to Jared, making eye contact, nodding. He lifted the shot and clanged the glass against the one Jared held.
"Future roomie," Evan repeated, and there was no hesitation, no stammering. There was only Evan, somehow maintaining eye contact until he closed his eyes and tipped his head back to take the shot. His body shifted as he took the drink, hips swaying as he gulped the shot.
"That...That sounds good." Two shots and already he was starting to relax.