"Well, I mean... but he looks so..." Evan then said, before pausing.

"Oh." he said.

"Oh! Ohhhhhh." he mumbled.

"Well... I guess we'll see if he wants to give it to me when I see him next." he said further.

"He seemed to really take to the sculpting." he then added.

Evan raised his eyebrow when his mother said what she did.

"Really?" he asked.

"I see." he said.

"Well... uh... then we'll see how it goes." was all he said.

"Assuming I'm interested." he went on, still denying it to a degree.

"I'm not saying I AM."

Evan perked up and followed Casey as she left the room.

"He did!?" he called back.

"I can return it!" he told her.

"Just tell me how to." he said further.

"When? Where? Please tell me?" he asked her.

Evan came to a stop when Casey said all that.

"..........oh. Right." he said.

"....hm." he mumbled.

He then sat down where he was, as Kitt approached him.

A few seconds later, they were wrestling on the floor like kittens.

He was sitting for a while, before she heard footsteps approaching him.

"Um..." he then heard a voice said.

"Ahem." they cleared their throat.

He looked up, and saw Evan standing there.

"Uh, hey." he said.

"What's up? How ya doing?" he asked Blair.

Evan nodded in response, and sat down on the grass beside Blair.

"....." he was silent for a moment, before he took Blair's wallet out of one of his pockets.

"Here." he said, handing it to him.

"You forgot this at the session." he told him. "I'm sure you'll want it back." he said further.

"Losing one's wallet can be a bit of an annoyance."

"Well... yeah." Evan responded.

"I... hope that's all right." he said.

"I mean, that's ALL my Dad told me." he assured him.

"I was pretty much left to find you by myself." he went on.

"Took me a bit, wasn't sure which area you'd be in."

"Huh? Oh, I've been okay." Evan replied.

"Just... you know... livin' day to day, dealin' with school and stuff." he said further.

"Got a biology project due late next week... finishing research on it, need to do up the draft..." he went on.

"How about you?" he asked.

"Did that art therapy session help any with whatever you need help with?"

Evan's ears twitched a bit under his hat when he heard that.

"You did?" he asked.

"Damn... that sucks." he said.

"Biology's one of my higher grades, hovering around a steady 90 or so." he told him. "Never gotten higher than a 93, mind." he then mumbled.

"But do you not have a tutor or anything?" he asked.

"Even a teacher to stay behind school and work with?"

"......................." Evan was silent for an overtly long moment.

'Strapped for cash...? Hard to get ahold of...?' he asked himself mentally, remembering what was said after the end of the first art therapy session. 'Is... what is his home life like...?' he then wondered, before shaking his head.

"I... I see." he managed to respond.

"Uh... well, as I said, I pull a pretty good grade in it." he reiterated.

"I can help you out if you need it." he offered.