EVIE
I want your midnights
It doesn't surprise her that Sam is unaware of the apothecary's state. Unless she called on him or they found their way together through happenstance like today, he wasn't the type to visit her. Not that it bothered her tremendously. Evie certainly hadn't helped to foster the kind of relationship that would warrant those kinds of spontaneous check-ins. She shrugs a shoulder sharply, staring forward so that she doesn't have to worry about giving herself away too much. "Yeah," she says offhandedly, not wanting to say she had exiled herself to their family home. Not when it didn't feel like home in the first place, and not when mentioning it would likely hurt Sam. It's weird to worry about that for once. Not that she had ever necessarily felt good about striking him down, more that she was always so consumed with bitterness and frustration with his blindness that it seemed as if no other options were available to her. But they're both making an effort here, in their weaker moments, and so she smiles slightly at him and forces herself to meet his eyes. "I'd like that. Make you write labels and stick 'em on jars all over again," Evie laughs, remembering that day when Sam had helped her open the apothecary. It had been a better day between them, just like today.
Maybe eventually those days would culminate into a better relationship.
His agreement takes her by surprise, but Evie doesn't comment on it. Not yet. Her mouth i as venomous as a cobra and as wild as a feral horse. Often her defenses shove words across her tongue before she can clamp her teeth down upon them, especially with Sam. The proposition of closeness is enticing, relieving, but also terrifying. No point in ruining things early with her fear of building this bridge.
It's easier to put Sam on the spot, and she grins eagerly, crossing one leg over the other and leaning over her thigh to listen closer dramatically. What she is told instead is sweet, and hopeful, and...and she hurts with the force of her own jealousy. But she physically bites down on her tongue until the pain clears her mind, and tries to focus instead on the trickles of happiness she feels on her twin's behalf. "I'm glad, that sounds...really nice, Sam. Have you defined what you are?" Keep him talking, pull every detail from him, so she may keep herself company with the story of her brother's life when she returns to her dark apothecary and the firm cot that she will sleep on tonight. And if she feels a small bubble of concern for him, that he seems unsure of the state of his relationship with this man, well it's not like Sam suddenly has x-ray vision as an Ascended. That little mushy piece of fact would remain well-hidden.
