Barty Is Obsessed With Regulus Is The Adorably Pathetic Lover Boy Way. He’s Constantly Trying To Impress

Barty is obsessed with regulus is the adorably pathetic lover boy way. He’s constantly trying to impress regulus and always failing in a way that’s just so endearing, all he can think about every moment of every day is regulus and he spends every second doodling his name on paper with hearts and relishing in things that remind him of his love, he’s picking flowers and reading blurbs of books he wouldn’t personally like just to bring things back to regulus, he’s known as one of the weirdest and most angrily reserved people most have ever met yet when he’s near regulus he’s suddenly a blushing stuttering mess, he bows so low he bruises his forehead on the pavement at regulus’ feet and he doesn’t care who’s watching.

Regulus is obsessed with Barty in the way an infatuated killer staves off killing a mark they find beautiful. He’s the type to make shrines of what he loves, we know this, and he has one for Barty too. He was collecting this motherfuckers scrapped notes and lost ties and his hair when he shaved his head and the buttons that fell off his dress shirts, and then when they finally got together he took his wisdom teeth for it too. He’s tracing knives over Barty’s cheekbones when he sleeps (no he wasn’t let into his room) because using his fingertips would be too scalding, he’s asking Barty do absurd things just to relish in the fact he will without question every time, he’s staring up at Barty with his pupils pin prick small and harsh set in his lip but almost wonder gleaming in them because he just loves looking so much.

They’re so obsessed with each other but their understanding of human emotion is so different, but they’re both attention starved so they relish in anything the other will spare them