He felt a bit dizzy. It wasn't just that his head was in the clouds, no - actually dizzy. But more pressing concern came, Barty noted, when Evan spoke again. Something wrong? Merlin, no just the opposite. Everything was right. "Love you," Barty spoke with the little breath left in his lungs. He gasped in another breath. Oh that was good, breathing was a good thing. "Nothing's wrong," he added. Oh, Evan had just killed his brain with words alone, and the idea of something being wrong? Bloody hell no.