[ it's probably too abrupt of an ending, given the casual banter, but evan's suddenly filled with a sort of dread. there's no activity on his actual phone, which means there's probably no reason to worry. his father used to wait for him to get back before the explosions started, but he's getting older now; his self-control is a lot less than it used to be. evan would know by now.

still, the worry lingers. ]

Yeah. Before people start wonderin' where the fuck I went to.

[ he grips the arm of the couch hard before he stands, making sure he's fully able to do so before double checking that he's all done up and doesn't look too rumpled. not that anyone would assume this, but still. ]

Don't want 'em following me around like they used to.