"What do you mean, from my perspective?" Meallan questions, turning his head to give Evan a funny look but not quite willing to get up from the bed just yet. It's something he feels a bit bad, aware it's not really Evan's bed, but it's comfortable and he stretches out catlike against it, content with really sinking into the softness.

"It's been about a month or so, I think? I haven't kept an exactly count... for a few reasons." The last part is a touch evasive, though he hopes Evan won't guess why and put it down to missions and time differences on different worlds.

Truthfully, a large part was also due to how Meallan had retreated a fair amount to begin with, not wanting to dwell on how long it had been since Evan had left and preferring to throw himself into anything he could as a distraction. It had worked, more or less, but he didn't want to dwell on that time much either.