It wasn't completed unexpected when Barty's hand darted out—not for the first time, mind you—and struck you on the face. It wasn't the first time he'd hurled such hurtful, venomous words towards you, either.

Now he slid into bed with a shameful expression, his hazel eyes red-rimmed and glassy as he gazed towards you longingly. "Are you awake? I'm— I'm so, so sorry. I don't know why... what keeps getting into me. Something's wrong with me. Me, baby, not you," he strangled out desperately.