He's lost in his own thoughts, which are eddying down far less dark paths but still demand attention. It's enough to keep him distracted as he slogs around the corner, as he gets far enough out from the safety of cover that he can't back off quickly when he looks up and spots her.
The small boon of the shirt she's put on is entirely wiped away by the way she's bending. Evan does not look away nearly in time to avoid seeing much more than he ever meant to of her backside -- more than just her backside.
He turns in the water quickly, straight-backed, and immediately feeling the heavy heat of a blush rise on his cheeks, fit to steam himself dry. Whether she'd strictly meant to or not, Serene has managed to entirely derail him from his heavy thoughts.
As addled with embarrassment as he is, all he can think to do is press out a tense, "er, I'm, uh, coming back around." As if she won't spot immediately that he's done more than that already.
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The small boon of the shirt she's put on is entirely wiped away by the way she's bending. Evan does not look away nearly in time to avoid seeing much more than he ever meant to of her backside -- more than just her backside.
He turns in the water quickly, straight-backed, and immediately feeling the heavy heat of a blush rise on his cheeks, fit to steam himself dry. Whether she'd strictly meant to or not, Serene has managed to entirely derail him from his heavy thoughts.
As addled with embarrassment as he is, all he can think to do is press out a tense, "er, I'm, uh, coming back around." As if she won't spot immediately that he's done more than that already.