“If you were to put together a draft of your people you wanna go out with, would I at least be on it?” Barty’s question came on a random Saturday, whilst Evan and him were lounging about in their dorm- Regulus was out somewhere sulking in the library or something. Evan just blinked.

“Yeah, I mean like… how- how many spaces in this list are there?” He responded, sitting up from where he’d been lying back on his four-poster.

Barty was quiet for a moment, before deadpanning, “One.”

“No.”

“Two.”

Evan just laughed, amused. “What- Merlin, Bee, what’re you asking me right now?”

“…Two.”