Evan sighed and hung up his cell phone, dropping it on the table in front of him. He rubbed his face and glared at his phone, wondering why he even expected it to be any different. It never was and never would be. He had been talking to his father, had called him up just to talk, and wouldn't you know that the first words out of his mouth were "How's Hank?"
After that, the conversation had been tense and awkward, at least to Evan. Eddie either didn't care or didn't notice and continued chatting on happily about how proud of Hank he was, being a concierge doctor in The Hamptons. Evan wanted to point out that it was all thanks to him that Hank had even come here in the first place, but he kept his mouth shut and made agreeable noises until his father said he had to go.
Why couldn't his father see Evan sometime and not Hank? See all that Evan had accomplished, not only what Hank had. Sure, being an accountant might not be as glamorous as being a doctor, but it was still nothing to sneeze at. He was a CFO now too. Okay, so it was of HankMed, but still. Being CFO was a huge responsibility. He just wished his father would take time out of being proud of Hank to be proud of him too.
That's all he wanted and he realised that he probably would never get it. At least Hank appreciated him. Sometimes.