Evan looked like he'd been stung with some guilt when Izzy mentioned that nobody really thought about her. He looked away for a moment, and then looked back towards her again.

"...all things considered, relatively speaking? Fine." he said.

"I'm not super gone or anything. Just finding myself far more floaty and agreeable to... stuff." he lamented.

"Kind of a pushover at times." he went on.

"What about YOU?" he then asked her.

"Blair's... faring." Evan responded.

"He's... well, let's just say that to keep ourselves occupied, we've been... trying new experiences." he said further.

"And you're bored, huh? Makes sense." he admitted.

"I hope this ends soon." he continued. "So we can all get back to our normals." he went on.

"Damn camera..." he cursed quietly.

Evan blinked a couple of times.

"....no. She wouldn't be." he said.

"And that's scary to think about." he went on. "She... when she's mad, she's maaaaaaad." he continued.

"What have you been doing to pass the time?" he then asked her.

"Anything at all? Surely you don't just sit around all day."

"Fair enough." Evan responded.

"..." he was then silent and thought for a moment.

"I cannot wait to get out of here." he said. "Blair and I are gonna go to that dessert shop and pig the frack out." he told her.

"I miss sweet treats." he went on.

"...I miss my family..." he sighed.

"But, right, glad you have SOME entertainment." he then added.

Evan's ears twitched when he heard that.

"...that would be wonderful." he told her.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"You need some funds for that?" he asked. "Those desserts can get pricey." he reasoned.

"So I can easily give you some money or do an e-transfer or something."

"....crap, right." Evan mumbled.

"Well, it's for the best. We really shouldn't have much access to the outside world." he admitted.

He then paused again, before looking at her.

"Hey, 2 things." he then said.

"One, thanks for doing this and placing the order and stuff." he continued. "And two, if I give you her email address, will you email my Mom and tell her I'm doing okay?" he asked.

"Just so she knows."

"...oh! Right!" Evan remembered.

"Yeah, that's true. Good point." he said. "And yeah, both my Mom and Dad are listed as emergency contacts." he confirmed, sounding a little relieved... before he came to anothe realisation.

"W-wait..." he stammered.

"Did... were Mom and Dad victims of that camera?" he wondered aloud.

"Are THEY even okay!?" he continued to ask, growing a little more panicked now.

Evan continued to freak out for a bit, before forcing himself to calm down. He took a few breaths and composed himself, looking at Izzy again.

"Well, if you think it's too risky, don't call them." he told her.

"At this point, I don't think we can be TOO cautious." he admitted.

"And I just need to assume things are fine. Or, at the very least, not horrible." he then added.

"Though it IS frightening not knowing just the reach that camera had."

He sighed in response.

"Just try to avoid unnecessary danger." he told her.

He was then silent, before looking at her.

"Thanks, Izea." he said.

"I never realised that I just needed someone to... well... talk to. Just genuinely TALK to." he admitted.

"And I hope this helps our YOUR situation as well." he added.

Evan was silent for a moment, before smacking his forehead.

"Duh." he scolded himself.

"Well... I'll tell you what, I could really go for their half-dozen decadent dream cupcakes." he told her. "And I favour the ones with caramel on or in them." he said further.

"...and if possible, their signature mega-brownie for Blair." he then added.

"Because I know he'll appreciate that."