Evan managed a glare at Jared when Jared erupted in laughter and tried to explain why. He wasn't upset, not in the least. But Jared was someone Evan felt comfortable enough with that he was able to relax somewhat. Glaring at him actually came naturally, and more so because he was drinking.
He was a little bit worried about the alcohol and his meds, but he absolutely rusted that Jared wouldn't let anything bad happen to him. For one thing, it would ruin the chances of them getting a place together which Jared wanted to do. And there was the fact that although Jared often poked fun at Evan, he'd never actually done anything to hurt Evan. He'd helped Evan write the fake emails to and from Connor, and he'd kept the lie a secret. Even when Jared had felt by Evan's obsession with Connor and then Zoe, Jared had stuck by him. Jared was, Evan realised some time ago, his best friend.
Evan hadn't moved so much as an inch when Jared went to get a towel. Once Jared lifted the glass out of his hand, his fingers twitched and flittered the way they tended to do, but he was otherwise still as a statue while Jared wiped down his arm. He took the drink when Jared offered it, finally moving somewhat in order to retrieve the glass from Jared's hands. He immediately took a sip, his other hand dropping down to rub the cat between the ears. "I've never, never had a cat on my lap before." Evan marveled at the thought, at the reality. He was afraid to move, afraid to upset Arwen.
But then he was also distracted by Jared chugging his drink.
"I thought," Evan stammered, watching Jared's Adam's Apple bob in his throat as he gulped his drink. "I thought you said drink slow?" He looked down into his own drink, the glass still at least two-thirds full. He raised his head, eyes bright as he looked up to Jared.