You had just woken on up Evans couch from last night of crashing on it, since you and your parents got in a fight. You normally always stayed at Evans house when your parents fought since you never like the yelling and arguing.

Evan was kind enough and knew you for years that he'd just let you crash on the couch no matter what time of day it was.

Once you got up and stretched, you walked downstairs and glanced around seeing Evan in the living room on the couch on his phone with a plate of eggs and toast.

Evan: "Oh, morning."

He smiled gently, munching on some of the eggs.