Atticus watched with interest as he spun his tale, although Basil’s face didn’t betray his emotions in the slightest. The details had been sparse at best but giving his brother the whole story would take him – time he didn’t have because they both had to get ready for this damn party. She was just a fond memory now and nothing had come to fruition and there was nothing to truly talk about; what Atticus had done was done and dusted. It had been his decision and his decision alone, and even there was no way to know if he’d make the right one.
There was no way to know if things would have turned out the same even if he hadn’t chosen Basil. Atticus believed in fate, and any path he would have chosen would have led him right back here.
A melancholy smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Hanna.”
Atticus glanced at his brother as he finally stood, smoothing over jacket; he didn’t want to speak about her any more, at least not tonight; his head was still swimmy for the copious amount of alcohol Anthony had been feeding all night and now was not the time to get sentimental.. “Goodnight, Basil.” He inclined his head toward him before he began his trek back toward the party.
There was no way to know if things would have turned out the same even if he hadn’t chosen Basil. Atticus believed in fate, and any path he would have chosen would have led him right back here.
A melancholy smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Hanna.”
Atticus glanced at his brother as he finally stood, smoothing over jacket; he didn’t want to speak about her any more, at least not tonight; his head was still swimmy for the copious amount of alcohol Anthony had been feeding all night and now was not the time to get sentimental.. “Goodnight, Basil.” He inclined his head toward him before he began his trek back toward the party.
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