Gus’ expression softened as he turned his attention toward Eugene and Theseus before he hummed. “That sounds wonderful. That’s what I’m excited for. A plain old life where things aren’t constantly shifting.” For being a curse breaker and adventurous, he found he wasn’t willing to adapt to situations as easily as he had years prior. Domestic life scared him, and he would probably grow bored of it rather quickly because it wasn’t what he really wanted deep down, but he’d give it a try. Gus just wanted to be near his family and stop missing out on important events of those near and dear to him.
They rounded the corner toward the sweet shop, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as the toddler took off to get to it sooner. “I want that. It’s just…” Gus laughed quietly and shook his head as he let the thought die. That involved a wife and he’d rather bury himself in a hole than take one. Even if he wanted to be a dad - and deep down he did because he adored kids and the thought of tucking one in every night… telling them stories, kissing boo-boos resonated with him, he’d never have it. Gus would be the cool uncle, which wasn’t the worst role he could play.
Instead he eyed the small child ahead of them, who had unknowingly started a competition or who liked Honeydukes more he supposed; he quickened his own pace to match their pace, and then nearly jogged to get to the door before the toddler. (No one liked desserts more than Gus did and he was pleased to have won the one-sided competition.) He opened it for them, sporting a wide grin. “Whatever you guys want,” he reminded him.
They rounded the corner toward the sweet shop, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as the toddler took off to get to it sooner. “I want that. It’s just…” Gus laughed quietly and shook his head as he let the thought die. That involved a wife and he’d rather bury himself in a hole than take one. Even if he wanted to be a dad - and deep down he did because he adored kids and the thought of tucking one in every night… telling them stories, kissing boo-boos resonated with him, he’d never have it. Gus would be the cool uncle, which wasn’t the worst role he could play.
Instead he eyed the small child ahead of them, who had unknowingly started a competition or who liked Honeydukes more he supposed; he quickened his own pace to match their pace, and then nearly jogged to get to the door before the toddler. (No one liked desserts more than Gus did and he was pleased to have won the one-sided competition.) He opened it for them, sporting a wide grin. “Whatever you guys want,” he reminded him.
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