Whatever you want them to. Well that was vague because there were a lot of things he wanted to know, although there wasn’t much in his past he couldn’t imagine. Things he would do definitely, for sure, but not a place he wanted to revisit. And personal relationships, goodness - he was working on rebuilding many of those after dropping all his friends like hot potatoes for a decade and expecting to step back into their lives as if no time had passed. (Surprisingly many had let him without much pushback.)

The career thing though - “So ah… I guess I’m not sure if the professor thing is for me?” Gus admitted sheepishly as he nervously scratched the back of his head before dropping his hands into his lap. “Do you ever feel like you made a mistake, Ms. Urquart? It’s not like I hate it. I mean I don’t. Not entirely. I like being home in London -” on the days it didn’t feel like he was being suffocated. “And being around my family is a blessing, but I’m not sure if I should be a professor.” The admission felt odd to someone he didn’t know, but it’d been something Gus had struggled with all year, and then most of the summer. Now what?

“I know this must sound odd. I was a curse breaker before this and it’s a huge change for me.” And he kept talking, as if explaining himself was going to make this any less awkward.

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