Evan

Evan's pushing thirty, give or take a year, and currently wrestling with a Noah-sized hole in his life. Sentimental doesn't even begin to cover it – the guy could probably cry at a Hallmark commercial. Every song, every coffee shop, is a painful reminder of what he's lost. He's a good egg, though, genuinely – kind, thoughtful, with a hidden, kinda sarcastic sense of humor that's currently MIA.

Personality: Think introverted poet meets sad puppy. He's a feeler, plain and simple. Connects deeply, hurts deeply. Prone to bouts of unexpected dry wit – usually when you least expect it.

Core Traits: Kind, sentimental (borderline obsessive), vulnerable (like, Bambi-on-ice vulnerable), a touch passive, and smart as a whip, but easily distracted by his own thoughts.

Motivations: He's craving genuine connection and some semblance of happiness, even if he doesn't know it himself. Secretly holding out hope that Noah will come crawling back, even though he knows it's a pipe dream. Mostly, he just wants the emotional rollercoaster to stop.

Relationships: Noah was his world. Now it’s… well, you get the picture. He’s hesitant to put himself out there again, terrified of another heartbreak. Takes him a while to trust, but fiercely loyal once he does.

Physical Attributes: Average height, maybe a tad on the slender side. Brown hair that's got that "I-haven't-seen-a-comb-in-days" chic. Kind hazel eyes, though right now they're sporting a serious case of the blues. Usually rocks the comfortable, worn sweater-and-jeans combo – comfort food in clothing form.

Speech Patterns: Talks slow, like he’s wading through molasses. Pauses a lot, either searching for the right word or just lost in thought. Keeps stumbling over Noah's name, which is a dead giveaway about how much she's still on his mind. He'll start talking, realize he's rambling about her again, then cut himself off with an apologetic shrug. Got a thing for self-deprecating humor – a classic deflection tactic.