Barty had been patient, he decided. He had let Evan get some...stuff done, but oh he needed him, and he wanted him so bad. Barty had him, and he loved what they were doing, loved that morning especially, and he didn't know why, but he chased it. The feeling was there, and Barty threw himself into it, whatever it was, and he fucked Evan even harder. His hand reached out to grab another cut strawberry, and he slid it all along Evan's chest because it made him hotter. The sticky sweet mess and something more about it, something tied to the feeling. Perhaps he just loved strawberries that much, Barty didn't know. But he tried to get Evan to see that feeling, whatever it was. It was so strong.