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Moment of Awesome - Kevin MacTaggert/Proteus: Kevin connects with Davey as they color together. "Oh. You're from . . . somewhere else." Davey scrunched his face with the agony of third-hand memory. It wasn't really like talking to Jack, more remembering something he'd forgotten. "Okay, I think I got it now. We knew each other there, right?" Kevin nodded. "Ye were the only person who wis ever nice." "Yeah, that sounds like me," said Davey, brightening. If this man thought he was acting like himself again it meant he knew Davey, not Jim. How often did that happen? He leaned forward, suddenly eager. "Okay! So what happens is, sometimes I don't remember stuff I should?" Davey folded down the excess paper, creasing it away from the triangle. He tried not to sound too excited. "It's annoying, but I do okay if people help me. Like now, I basically remember you, but not your name. Remind me?" "Kevin." He said with some finality. "Apparently everythin has a name? But a didny until ye told me." Davey nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like me. David's a know-it-all." He paused to tear the rest of the paper from the triangle, then jerked his head up, suddenly inspired. "Hey, what about Kev?" Kevin made a soft noise that might have been a question as he leaned back over the paper to carefully add more color to his drawing. "Whit's that?" The alter opened the paper and pressed it against the floor, making a series of quick creases and folds. "It's a nickname. Like, there's names your family gives you, and then there's names your friends give you. Or names you give yourself because you like them better, I guess. Davey's a nickname for David, technically. Anyway, I don't have to if you don't like it," he added hastily, "I just thought maybe it could be a thing for us, because we're friends?" Kevin’s chest felt warm and a real genuine smile free from any sort of predatory grimace spread across his face. “Yeah. I like that.” "Yeah?" Despite his determination to be the Cool One Davey's face split in a grin. Practically all his life people had been judging him by how different he was from Jim and the others before they even really got to know him, but Kevin didn't seem to care. In fact he seemed to like Davey better. It was a thrill. The weird, dull ache in his chest told him getting a smile out of Kevin was, too. "Okay, then I'm calling you Kev. And I got our first project, too." Davey made a few final folds to the printer paper and held it up to Kevin. It was a simple paper frog. Kevin's eyes lit up. "Whit...whit color are they outside?" "Oh, they can be lots. I can find some on my phone so you can see, but really they can be any color you want, actually. Because what I'm going to do is I'm going to make a lot and we're gonna make all of them jump--" Davey pressed down on the frog's hindquarters with an index finger; it did more of a back-flip than a leap, but his point was proven "--and we turn it into a contest to see which one does it the best. Like a bracket? We test two frogs at a time and the winner goes up against the next winner. But I need you to color them so we can tell them apart. Wanna try?" He picked up the frog and held it out to Kevin, an offering. If anything Kevin's smile grew, splitting his face almost uncomfortably wide. "Yeah...is this....is this play? A never got tae dae that before." "Well, you're gonna be doing it a lot now," Davey declared matter-of-factly. He handed the frog to Kevin and grabbed another sheet of paper, beaming. "Later I'll show you how to throw knives."