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High up on Evan's list of people to check up on--not the highest, that dubious honor went to family first, but definitely higher than most and maybe even in the top five--was Chel. Beyond their casual flirtations, she was a Sun, and she was the first person he had ever helped through the transition of forced sleep into the awareness of their new reality, and that made him feel a little responsible for her. More than that, he had missed her, and it would be nice to see a friendly face.

That in mind, he knocked on her door.

Evan entered Chel's room, turning to shut the door behind him, and stopped cold as he turned back around to see Chel shirtless. A wide grin slowly spread across his face as he leaned back against the door. "How'd you know I was coming?" Evan asked, letting his eyes wander--he figured Chel wouldn't mind, being that she was the one who had invited him in.

Evan made a disappointed noise--only half in jest--as Chel put a shirt on. "Just came to check up on you. It's been a while," he said, taking slow, measured steps further into the room, closer to its occupant. "Didn't mind the peek, though." He winked at her as he sat, uninvited, on the corner of her bed. A moment of consideration, and then, "What's the going rate for another?" It had been a long six months, after all.

Evan sighed in mostly-fake regret, his arms settling around Chel's waist as she made herself comfortable on his lap. "Too rich for my blood," he said, shaking his head.

Died and shot would have sounded more alarming if they were anywhere else in the world, doing anything else; on Deus, it was just business as usual. "Nah, nothing really, just wanted to make sure you were okay. What else is new and good around here? Fill me in, I just got back."

"Everywhere," Evan responded on a sigh. "Too many places to remember. I was on rotation, they just sent me to whichever outpost needed an extra body for as long as they needed it." He hugged Chel close, briefly, happy for the contact in the form of a friendly face. "Think I've been gone...six months? Seven?" He shrugged. "Time flies."

"You can have my body wherever you want it, Powder Puff," Evan replied without thought or shame. It was okay, he felt, to offer this, even if nothing would come of it, because she didn't need him for anything more.

A brow quirked at the news that Chel and Nevada had broken up--higher as he realized that he hadn't even known they were together. "I'm sorry to hear that," he replied automatically, puzzling over the rest of her rundown of events. The dangers they faced, even in their dreams, was just another job hazard, and as long as everyone was okay, Evan didn't see a need to look at it too hard. But family..."You want me to kick his a** for you?"

Evan's lips twitched into a brief, puzzled frown at Chel's reasons for splitting with Nevada. He didn't know Nevada that well, but she seemed like a nice enough person--crazy may have been applicable, though, after that debacle with Tuck, and he supposed losing an eye would take its toll on anyone. It wasn't his place to refute Chel's opinions, though, so he shrugged it off.

It was somewhat alarming, but not really surprising, that Deus had broken a promise. Much like the actual military, they were prone to saying one thing and doing a completely different thing right in the open, without shame, where anyone could see it. "Well, at least you're together. Family's important."

Evan shot Chel a quizzical look as he stood, following the tug of his hands. "Sounds like a plan. Where did you have in mind?"

Evan was content to let Chel drag him around, surprised that she had taken him to a mall but curious to see where this was going to lead. He definitely hadn't expected Victoria's Secret to be their destination, and he was immediately suspicious of Chel's motives--but he trusted her, just enough, to know what she was doing. He squeezed her hand as he squinted down at her. "This better not end with me in women's underwear, Chel, I swear to God..."