#sad barty

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic July 6, Word count 269

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James hadn’t been sure what was going to come out of Barty’s mouth, but that certainly hadn’t been on the list. 

“Effie’s been helping me become sober. I go to meetings now,” he laughed coldly. “It’s all sunny outlooks and bright smiles, everyone.” He grimaced. “So yeah, the cheating was all to get a hit. I’d given Reg all the money I had for the flat and forgotten that I still needed money for my habit. I shagged Evan because I knew he loved me. I’d always known, and he wasn’t Reg. Reg made me feel guilty every time he touched me, but Evan was safe. I-I-I do love Reg, but he and I, we never should have been together; I see that now. He’s sweet and vulnerable with all that sharpness mixed in; he’s beautiful, but so is Evan and Evan… Evan makes me feel—” He cut himself off. “Doesn’t matter now,” he scoffed, pushing himself up from the sofa. “So yeah, James. You don’t have to worry about me going after Reg again; that’s over for me.” Barty walked out of the room without looking back, trying to hold his shoulders high, but James could see the defeat there. He didn’t want to get himself mixed up in their drama. Evan hadn’t exactly told them how he felt about Barty, though it was obvious, and it wasn’t his place to say anything, so why was his big mouth opening and words coming out?

“Evan’s heartbroken,” he said to Barty’s retreating back. Barty stiffened, his shoulders drooping.