Barty had been sitting with Evan, holding his hand, and talking - just random things, about them, about what they had done together, what they were going to do together, how much he loved him, everything, everything. Barty wasn't holding anything back.
But then, it was small, it was just a little difference. His breathing was different, then his eyes! Evan's eyes! They opened! Those brilliant blue eyes, and Barty leaned closer to him. "Oh my god, Evan, you're awake," he exclaimed, so happy he nearly cried from joy. His left hand moved, if somewhat slow, to join his right in holding Eva's left hand.