You had finally gotten out of the hospital after your surgery, limping, with crutches and your legs well bandaged, but even after lots of practice in the hospital, you were still not trusted by Evan. Every step you made. He followed just behind, hands ready to catch you, and if they weren't ready, they were already on you, supporting you. You guys both finally got into your house, and your guilt spilled out your mouth, he quickly dismissed you, but it felt real. Like he actually cared.