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"Shrink in training, huh?" Evan shook his head; everyone on the island was crazy in their own special way. Expecting a Hunter to help other Hunters get their heads on straight was like the blind leading a blind right off the edge of a cliff: ill-advised and more likely than not to end badly. Whatever. It wasn't his decision. He wouldn't even be here right now, pointedly not eating scones and drinking coffee, if it had been. "How are those bullet points looking? Good enough to get the higher-ups off my a**?"

Evan nodded understandingly. It wasn't like actually going to school and majoring in psychology was an option at this point, and when there was no one around to teach, you had to learn all on your own. He could respect that; he just didn't want to be Lex's guinea pig.

"Good to hear," Evan replied. Maybe if he kept it up, Lex would deem him sound enough in mind to write him off as good enough. It proved, almost immediately, to be too much to hope for. He forced himself to relax, to keep his eyes forward and not to look towards the door for escape. He didn't want to talk, not to Lex, not to anyone. Talking about what had happened with Chel would implicate her just as much as it would himself, and it was no one else's business, anyway. "We went on the mission, came back--I cracked a couple of ribs." He shrugged. "Pretty much just business as usual."

Evan's eyes were drawn by the movement of Lex's hand over his stomach, right where Chel had gotten hurt, where he had--he clenched his jaw and turned his gaze elsewhere. "Good to hear," he replied, fighting hard to sound casual. "Rib injuries are a b***h."

He was grateful when Lex stopped talking, but confused at his question. He remembered that Lex had lived next door once upon a time, but the change of subject was unexpected and confusing. "Yeah," he said slowly, loosening up a bit as he recalled his least favorite part about sharing a wall with Lex. "I remember wondering if you were getting tortured or getting lucky. I could have lived without knowing you're a screamer, man," he replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, I just bet you're sorry," Evan scoffed, shaking his head. "All of those lost hours of sleep I'll never get back," he said on a sigh. "No making up for that," he teased.

Lex's mention of notes and relapses reminded Evan that this was not a social call and Lex was not an old friend he was shooting the breeze with; this was a mandatory, or-else kind of appointment, and Lex held Evan's future in his hands.

"Sounds good to me," Evan said, fighting to keep his tone and expression relaxed and casual as he rose, eager to leave now that Lex had given him an out. He paled a bit at the sound of Sunny's name, but progress--progress was good, right? Evan obligingly took a scone and nodded in thanks to Lex. He wouldn't eat it, of course, but Lex didn't need to know that; he had only taken it for appearances' sake anyway. "Be seeing you," he said on his way out the door.