Evan had a cigarette between his lips as he watched the view of the balcony of the one bedroom apartment he shared with Barty, when he heard the sound of the door opening. He didn't tense, and he didn't turn either, though he woild have with anyone else.

His body had been so attuned to Barty in the last few years that he could recognize when he was near, even without seeing or hearing him. Evan could recognize his footsteps as Barty's, and even his smell, though he wasnt close enough for that right now.

Evan had every last one of Barty's characteristics engraved in his brain. Yet, his voice was almost a drawl as exhaled the smoke from the cigarette and said: "Was the mission any good?"