Evan nodded slightly, and the two took their seats... both in front of his desk. He was still shaking a little, before he seemingly forced himself to calm down, and took a few breaths.

"...um..." he mumbled.

"Want some tea?" he asked.

"I have some in here for sessions, from time to time." he told her.

"I can make a pot for us, if you like." he offered. "Or have individual mugs made."

Evan got up and started to make the tea for the both of them... and sighed.

"I know." he said.

"Just... you'll be on the run." he said further.

"Where will you live? How will you eat? Sleep?" he asked her.

"I don't like the thought of my mother being homeless and sleeping outside or in hostels or whatever." he continued.

Evan paused when he heard that, before heaving a HEAVY sigh.

"Yeah, sounds like Uncle Ash." he said. And she could hear the weight off of his shoulders, then. He didn't want her to go away, but the fact that she wouldn't be living as some homeless tramp seemed to help him. A lot.

"I'm glad." he said further.

He then brought the teapot, some mugs, a little milk, and some sugar over towards the small table between them, and set it down.

"When are you going?" he asked.

"You said you had a little time. How much is 'a little'?"

Evan smiled.

"He really IS a wonderful boss, and an amazing person." he agreed. "I can't picture myself working for anyone else by now." he admitted with a small chuckle, before sighing contently.

"And Blair and I are doing quite well." he said.

"We have a wonderful home, wonderful jobs, we spend just enough time apart that we love to be with each other when we're together..." he listed off, getting a little dreamy and whimsical near the end, before shaking himself back to reality.

"So we're doing more than fine." he summarised.

"We like to think so, anyway."

"Well, that's old-world beliefs and stubbornness for you." Evan responded.

"...or, to put it bluntly, ingrained racism." he muttered.

"Still, he got past it." he then said.

"That's what matters." he reasoned.

"But yes, he's wonderful to work for, and nice to be around, too." he went on. "I'm so glad he allowed Blair and I have the chance to get the jobs we have." he finished.

"I admit, I didn't see the parallels until it just... hit me." Evan replied.

"Things just clicked when the info was laying around me, and... well... yeah. The rest is history." he laughed.

"Blair gets to exercise his creativity, he gets to have a good work environment, he gets to work around people that accept him for who he is. It's practically a perfect situation for him." he told her.

"And he's never been happier." he added.

"Which makes ME happier than ever." he added at the end with a light blush, a low purring sound emitting from within him.

Evan paused for a moment, almost realising what she said, himself.

"Oh, ah, yeah, actually." he said.

"There's people from all walks of life here. My ears are... well, they're almost normal in this place." he chuckled.

"And I've found people will open up more to someone that can relate to being different." he reasoned.

"But yeah, here, I'm far more comfortable in my own skin." he told her.

"So the ears are in full view." he finished, as one tweaked a little.

Evan nodded.

"I have, indeed." he confirmed.

"And yes, she has... a LOT of energy." he agreed. "More than anyone I've ever met before in my LIFE." he told her.

"Also, yeah, she's cute." he agreed.

"Her and Mira make a cute couple." he said further.

"And odd one... but a cute one."

Evan just chuckled.

"She brings out the kitten in me." he said.

"..." he was then silent, before biting his lip slightly, and standing up. He made his way to his desk and dug through a drawer, before producing a photo and handing it towards her.

"This was taken by her partner, Mira, one summer afternoon that was... particularly lazy..." he muttered.

When Casey looked at it, she saw that Evan had fallen asleep in a sunbeam in one of the many conference rooms, and Peyton had decided to join him. And that Evan had decided that her tail was the perfect thing to use as a cuddle-toy.

Evan just looked off to the side, a little embarrassed.

"Pretty well." he said.

"Mira was busy, she was feeling tired, so I was a bit of a surrogate." he told her.

"She said I was 'the second best cuddle-buddy she's had'." he went on. "...you can guess who the first one is." he continued.

"Seems she likes playing with my ears as well." he added.

"She'll tweak them occasionally when she's feeling super-friendly."