When she was gone, Kevin resisted the urge to sink down into a chair, or spend more time looking around at the room. He lifted his wand and removed his glamours, so that he looked like himself. He didn't want Elliot to think Charles Gillinger was his dad, even if that was who Kevin had been the night that his kid was conceived. Underneath his glamours and his characters, he'd always been Kevin at heart.
And right now, Kevin was nervous as hell. He hadn't been, until Shane had left, and now he was alone with the reality of it. He distracted himself by looking at the other pictures, and all the other things in the room.
He turned around, feeling incredibly awkward when the little boy appeared from behind Shane, and for some reason he couldn't understand even at the time, gave him a little wave. "Hi, Elliot," he said. "I'm - yeah. I'm Kevin. Your dad."
God, that was so weird to say aloud. But there was no denying that it was his kid; he could see that the boy had taken after him in many ways. What else was he supposed to say? "Um," he added intelligently, "You've got a nice room, here."