Barty was put on a break today, his last mission was risky, so he had to lay low. He hated it, he hated the sidelines. What he hated even more was that he was supposed to appear next to his father in the papers, he had to talk about how his father was doing all he could to catch death eaters. God Barty couldn't stand it; he hated hearing about it all. they would always bring up the casualties. His casualties, Regulus, Pandora. Though Evan wasn't dead, he was on the run. It just felt like he was because he didn't know where he was, he missed him. Barty knew how stupid it was to miss him; he knew it was stupid because he was so sadly in love with him. It was a problem; he had been trying to get rid of for years. Barty couldn't help but think about it, he was tired, and everyone could tell. It was the countless nights he spent telling himself it was fine even though he didn't know where Evan was, he always hoped Evan would see him in the papers... to see how he was still going with such success, to see how he was still undermining his father, betraying everyone he knew but he hoped his sadness wasn't shown. Everyone around him disappeared, all his friends are missing. Barty sometimes denies that knowledge, his growing insanity helps him with that... it allows him to think he's talking to them, to think they're all by his side in this never-ending war. The war Barty dragged them into, sometimes Barty would think he's the problem... that it was all his fault for dragging them so far into this mess.