Barty felt ashamed - actually ashamed - for what he had done, being such an idiot, a fool, so blind and oh it could go on and on, for what he did. He wanted to Evan and wanted Evan only, and he wished he the past could have been changed now that he knew. But he couldn't do that. And that just plain felt horrible.
"Everything about us?" Barty asked and breathed in deep, "Well we've been best friends since like...eleven. We shagged for the first time when we were sixteen and at school. After graduation you trained for medicine " - he had to use terms Evan would use - "and I went into law enforcement. I lived with you for a little while after my mum died, and you helped me get through it. That was when we fell in love. Looking back, I should have realized. It wasn't just shagging, it was...more. And we both fought in the war, saved each other's lives more times than I'd like to count." He began running a hand through his hair, as often he did while thinking. Or speaking with rather little thinking. "A month ago you asked me to be just with you, and I said yes. And we spent so much time together, and then we moved in, and well, that's...a brief summary I suppose."