“So where'd you want it?”
Barty asked, balancing the sewing needle in his mouth, Evans stomach flipped as he eyed the pointed tip, he gulped;
“Aren't sewing needles unsafe for piercings?”
Barty scoffed “who are you Reg?”
he climbed onto Evans lap
“ear right?”
Evan nodded and Barty took out his sharpie to mark the spot.
“Seriously though, this is not what I imagined when you said we’d get my ears pierced.”
Barty moved to mark the other ear humming noncommittally
“Well I'd rather die than have anyone else have your blood on their hands.” he mused, kissing Evans forehead.
Evan rolled his eyes “you're making it sound like I'm gonna die from this.”
Barty shrugged “you shouldn't. I've done all of mine. I'm basically a professional.”,
“not professional enough to have a piercing gun though?”
Barty laughed, causing Evan to grin, giddiness however quickly turning to nausea as the needle was placed gently on his earlobe.
“Are you really going to faint on me right now?” Barty teased, tilting his head slightly.
“no.” Evan scoffed,
he picked at his nail polish.
“it's just- is it…gonna hurt?“ he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bartys smile dropped and he put the needle on the ground beside him
“Hey, you know we don’t have to do this.”
Evan looked up at Barty, god what did he do to deserve somebody like him.
“No, I want to do it," he said firmly.
“it's just…needles.” he smiled sheepishly.
Barty nodded understandingly, running his hand soothingly up and down Evan's arm.
"You know Rosie…you're tougher than you think,"
he said with a reassuring smile.
"And I'll be here the whole time, holding your hand.”
he leaned in kissing Evan, Evan melted into it but started as he felt a quick prick.
“There.” Barty said with a smirk.
“that wasn't so hard was it?”
Evan rolled his eyes bringing his hand up to feel the earring in his ear.
“You're such an asshole you know that Bat?”
Bartys lips quirked upward “yeah I know.”