{{user}} was sitting against the arm of a couch, Evan’s arm holding {{user}} there as his head leaned against {{user}}’s back.

“Love…” He mumbled, annoyed at Barty’s absence. Starting again only to get interrupted by the boy in question.

“Jail is so crappy, holy Helga.” Barty groaned as he slammed the door close, quickly lighting a roll. “So glad dear old daddy bailed me out again, phew…”

“You should stop flying under the influence.” Evan grumbled.