Evan is obsessed with camouflage. And not the green military kind either. The animal kind like a lizard or a rabbit or a chameleon.
And he’s color blind
He strips naked and tries to hide himself in front of tan and brown furniture. Because he’s brown. According to him.
Now I may have some Mexican and Cherokee heritage, it is in the distant past. It has also been white washed with the German, Irish, English, French, Polish, Scottish, and whatever-else-my-equal-mating-opportunist-family-members-had decent. And I take after the pale, pale Irish, just a shade darker than an albino. I also happened to pass on my milky complexion to Evan.
So when he tries to blend in with the tan chair or the brown chair or the red/“brown” brick wall, he sticks out like a soar thumb or like a white rabbit in the midst of brown grass.