Kevin goes home and has a talk with Hana

Kevin locked the door behind him as he entered his house. He had decided to give Jess some time to study her life alone, hopefully becoming something approximating herself in the process. Heading up the stairs to his room, he was met halfway by Hana.

"Oh, hey, bro. I thought I heard you come in. How's Jess?" the blue haired girl asked, staring down at Kevin from a few steps above him. She had changed from what she had worn to school, into an oversized black t-shirt with the NERV logo and what he imagined had to be shorts underneath.

"I think she'll be better by tomorrow," Kevin answered, technically telling the truth.

"Cool," Hana replied, pushing past Kevin and heading down the stairs. Calling back over her shoulder as she headed for the kitchen, she asked, "What took you so long?"

"I was just catching her up on things," Kevin explained simply, still managing to avoid lying to his sister. He got the feeling she would know and call him on it the second he did.

Hana opened their large fridge and leaned in, her shirt riding up and revealing her perky little ass in a pair of short black jogging shorts. Wiggling her rear as she rooted around, she asked, "Let me guess, Cassie?" The name dripped with venom.

Kevin, caught up in ogling the Korean girl's ass, took a moment to respond. When he did, he was a bit defensive, argumentatively responding, "Maybe. Why does it matter? Why are you so pissed off about her?"

Hana came out of the fridge with two cans of soda, tossing one at Kevin. "You know why."

Hurriedly averting his eyes to avoid getting caught checking out his sister's tight rump, Kevin fumbled with the can, barely managing to keep from dropping it. "I really don't," he replied, starting to get frustrated with the girl's oblique accusations.

Heading past Kevin into the living room and flopping down onto the couch, Hana pulled the tab on her soda and took a long pull. Looking down at the drink in her hands, long blue hair falling around her pale face, she quietly said, "You know I don't like them."

Kevin sighed and walked over to the couch, sitting down next to the petite girl. Searching his memories from the new timeline for any details that might help, he came up mostly blank. "Yeah, you made that clear a long time ago. You've never acted like this before though. What's going on?"

Hana shifted on the couch to face Kevin and lifted her head to meet his eyes. Her expression angry and more than a little hurt, she said, "I really have to spell it out for you? You fucked her, Kevin. One of them."

"It's not like it's the first time," Kevin said defensively. Hana knew about him and Sam, everyone did.

Throwing her head back and groaning in frustration, Hana said, "I wasn't exactly ecstatic about that either, but at least it was just casual. You kissed Cassie, in front of everyone. You kissed her, and you fucked her, and now you're going to date her."

Kevin sat his unopened soda down on the coffee table and moved to face Hana better. Growing frustrated, he asked, "So, what, you want me to just drop her? Freeze her out tomorrow?"

"No!" Hana exclaimed, "God, don't be a fucking creep. It's bad enough you hang around with Brad and the rest of those assholes, don't start disrespecting women like they do."

Throwing his hands up in the air, Kevin surrendered, "I don't get it. You don't want me to date her, you don't want me not to date her. What do you want from me?"

"I just—" Hana clenched her fists, denting the can in her hands. Heaving a frustrated sigh, she said, "I don't want you to do anything. I don't want this to be happening. I don't want to lose you anymore than I already have."

"You're not losing me," Kevin tried to reassure Hana, gently placing his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

Hana aggressively shrugged off Kevin's hand. "I am," she insisted, looking down at the bent can in her hands. "You already spend most of your time hanging out with those idiots and at your stupid practices—you're going to get a concussion by the way. Now you're going to be busy dating her. I'm never going to see you, and that sucks. You're my best friend. Who else am I going to find that knows everything about me?"

Kevin started to reach out to his sister again, but thought better of it and lowered his hand. "Hana, I promise, I'm not going anywhere," he assured her. Chuckling, he continued, "I literally can't, even if I did want to—we kind of live together. Even if we didn't though, I'd still make time for you. It's like you said, you know me better than anyone. I'll always make time for you."

Hana sighed, putting her damaged half-empty can of soda down on the coffee table next to Kevin's pristine one. Looking up at him with conflict in her deep brown eyes, she said, "I know. I know that. It's just... I don't like seeing you date other girls." Blushing and looking away, she quickly corrected herself, "I mean cheerleaders. I don't like seeing you date cheerleaders. You know how I feel about them." Anxiously playing with her dyed hair, she quietly added, "You can do so much better."

Kevin wondered if he could do better. He'd always dreamed of dating a cheerleader and Cassie was pretty amazing, certainly in bed at least. A cute alternative-styled Asian girl who shared his interests had never been on the table before though, and if he was reading things correctly, Hana seemed pretty interested.

It occurred to him that he didn't even have to choose. He could have Cassie, Hana, both, or choose not to be tied down at all. A single wish could resolve the situation any way he desired. The question was, how did he want things to play out?