Finally Basil seemed to settle and took the sleeping draught from him. Atticus sighed quietly as he sank down next to him, content now that his brother had taken it, although he could only hope it worked quickly. The last thing Basil needed was for these types of thoughts to consume him all night and into the morning — it was a new year and he wanted him to start it off right rather than fretting over whatever this was. Atticus needed to talk to Miss Victoire for her side of the story, although he wasn’t going to wedge himself in the middle considering that Anthony had also been there.
His name pulled himself from his thoughts, grey hues flickering over to Basil as he leaned against him. It was comforting even for him, but then again it had been a long time since either of them had sought comfort from the other. Atticus missed his brother but they both had to grow up sometimes. He hummed quietly at the question, waiting for him to continue on with whatever he had to say, although his entire body stilled. Would he hate him if he felt something for Lissington? It wasn’t humanly possible for that to happen and he knew his brother was smarter than that; he’d make the right decision to love someone he was supposed to. Everyone had a choice in who they loved and Basil would pick Lissington over his dead body. “I couldn’t hate you. But you can pick anyone in the world to love Basil, so don’t make it him. That is what will be disappointing. Depriving yourself of a family and children is something you’ll regret.”
His name pulled himself from his thoughts, grey hues flickering over to Basil as he leaned against him. It was comforting even for him, but then again it had been a long time since either of them had sought comfort from the other. Atticus missed his brother but they both had to grow up sometimes. He hummed quietly at the question, waiting for him to continue on with whatever he had to say, although his entire body stilled. Would he hate him if he felt something for Lissington? It wasn’t humanly possible for that to happen and he knew his brother was smarter than that; he’d make the right decision to love someone he was supposed to. Everyone had a choice in who they loved and Basil would pick Lissington over his dead body. “I couldn’t hate you. But you can pick anyone in the world to love Basil, so don’t make it him. That is what will be disappointing. Depriving yourself of a family and children is something you’ll regret.”
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