Barty enjoyed the color in Evan's cheek. That alone was sort of like a little present, each time it happened. The look was so cute, and it betrayed that something had been said or taken either romantically or sexually in a way that just pushed how comfortable he was without being too much. It was basically the most Barty could do without smacking himself for being a selfish git.
A belated gift? Lord was Evan sweet. "I'll have to think about it," Barty replied honestly, "It slipped my mind this week." His thoughts had been on Evan. And all he had wanted was Evan, awake and okay.Evan had woken up, had gotten to come home, and his health was improving faster than Barty had dreamed. It was just one little hiccup with that - the memories. But he was still Evan, so Evan.