Once she was inside, he closed the door, turning around to walk behind her down the hallway. He was fine enough to walk properly, but he was definitely starting to feel the effects of the hard liquor running through his system. It was much stronger than the vodka that he usually consumed, so it was having a different effect on him than his normal poison would have. “You were the one who wanted to talk…” he reminded her as she mentioned how much time she had. It wasn’t like he wanted her to leave as soon as possible, and now that she was actually there he realized how much he did want her there, but he wasn’t going to ask her to stay longer than she could. Not when it wasn’t his idea to have company in the first place.
Taking a seat on the couch, he waited for her to take a seat beside him. His apartment really did seem to fit him perfectly. It was sharp, clean, and white. It wasn’t so much the pure aspect of the lack of color, because Evan was far from pure, but having no color was like having a blank canvas. No colors, no hint of mood or warmth. He did have certain things here and there, like the colors from the spines of his book collection, or the rare painting one could find on a wall. But you really had to look for it. You had to be invited further in, to see the different rooms and get a good look around.
He was sitting hunched forward, a hand extended out to her so she could hand him the photo album. He didn’t say anything as he flipped it open, staring down at the first photograph that was inside. It was a picture of Mackenzie and Matilda. It was amazing how opposite the two were, and yet they seemed to get along quite well. His eyes traveled over to the photo on the other side. “…what year was this?”
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