I Know Who I Am

Evan had been out all night. Out making terrible life choices, mostly. But after his conversation with Zeela in the library yesterday, he'd felt that maybe he ought to at least check out just how far the bad guys were roaming through town. And he wasn't even going to land in order to do it, either. Honest. He had gone out there fully intending to fly recon over the east end of town, just to see how dangerous it was out there.

The answer, as it would turn out, was 'way more dangerous than it should be.' Go figure. He hadn't meant to engage the first of the psychos on the street, but one had thrown something - an axe? He hadn't caught a good look - at him and caught him in the foot, causing one of his rocket boots to gutter and sending him for a tumble.

Things had gone downhill from there. He... really didn't want to talk about it.

Now that he was back in his room, he was peeling his way out of bloody clothing, inspecting the damage to his blazer before sighing and just throwing it in the trash. He wasn't going to be making that mistake again.

... Mostly because he had a rocket boot to repair before he could try to fly recon again.

[OOC: Closed door, open post, sleepy Evan!]

Last night had been... well... it had been fantastic. There had been twenty years of talking to catch up on. Twenty years, and for all that Evan and Sholeh might have gotten off to a tentative start, they'd made certain to make up for all of that time with a gusto.

Enough gusto that Evan had spent the night in the hotel room with her, in fact.

Enough gusto that waking up this morning was probably going to be a little awkward for two quiet, kind of flaily high school kids who were curled up together with only a bedsheet preserving their modesty. Not that Evan was thinking all too much about modesty at the moment. He was still somewhere in the middle of that pleasant morning fuzz where everything was soft and warm and cozy, and did he really have to get up for class? Because right here was nice.

[For the girl!]

Evan had gotten his first voicemail today since... well... since he'd come to the island, really. He'd been out walking Ozzy, and he'd just missed the call, and was actually almost excited to see that it had been Yeul to leave the message.

Until he went to listen to it, and was met, first, with the sound of his own voice in his own message to anyone who called.

... Especially if it's you, Ma and Pa. I haven't heard from you in ages.

It hit him like a baseball bat to the chest, and he was out of breath as he hit the button to play back the message that was there for him. There, Yeul's voice, promising him in a voice incapable of lying that no matter what, she would never be afraid of him. She probably had no idea just how badly he needed to hear someone say those things. He listened to her message through once. And then, after a moment's hesitation, he listened to it again. And again.

He was going to have to change his own voicemail message soon so that it wouldn't blindside him again. But before that, he was just going to sit there, curled up on his bed, listening to someone telling him that he was a good person over and over and over, and struggling not to cry.

[OOC: Open!]