Rabastan was...laughing. Was it - had that been - a joke? If it had, then, well, it had knocked the air out of him because that word, that idea, that...oh man it had never occurred to him. He was just doing...what felt right, natural, what he wanted with Evan, however it went. And yea, he supposed, moving in was a big step to a lot of people. And well, it had made him quite happy, but it just had felt like the obvious choice. They were spending so much time together anyway, that it didn't make sense for there to be so many...houses, homes, whatnot.
But that, it had to be a -
Rab was continuing. Talking. About - his eyes grew even wider - marriage?! Woah woah woah! Babies, what the! No no, Barty never thought about those, only when Lucy was being an annoying arse. And no, he had never, no, that's not what getting together with Evan meant. That didn't mean kids. Barty had never thought, no, it just, what?
He felt rather relieved they were two men. No babies were possibly by accident (or God knew Barty would have caused several already), and he felt like thanking about anyone that they yes, that that wasn't no.
It had to be a joke. A big long horrible joke. No serious conversation statement ended with babies. It had to be -
What? More?! Barty just shook his head, trying to get stuff clear. "What?" Barty asked, still confused, "You - you're joking right?"