It had been a long time since Gus had seen the snow; he’d stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of a corridor when he’d seen the white flakes falling outside coating the grounds in a thin layer. It had been memorizing to watch for a few minutes before he’d made up his mind that he wanted to walk in it - a thought he immediately regretted as the cold air hit him when he stepped outside, snowflakes sticking against his hair. He tucked his nose into his scarf and kept walking. Being outside, even if it was cold, was much better than being inside.

As he walked, he decided he didn’t like the snow; it made him miss the warmth of Egypt even if being inside tombs could be stifling. Gus inhaled deeply as he stopped, blinking at the greenhouse his feet had taken him to. Perhaps it was time to talk to Mason; while they’d spoken offhand a few times, Gus had never voiced how much he was doubting himself to well, anyone. It wasn’t often he thought before he acted, and he knew that had to change to a degree. But he knew the other had been a professor for some time; perhaps he could offer some tips or would tell him it was time to throw in the towel and find something else.

Taking the last few steps forward, Gus opened the door where he hummed happily at the warmth the greenhouse offered. Gus could feel his fingers thawing. He grinned at him as he nodded his head. “Evenin’ Skeeter,” He greeted, pulling the door shut behind him. Gus ran his fingers through his hair before he laughed quietly under his breath; he needed a lot of things. He paused for a moment before he flicked his eyes up to him, his grin faltering. “When does it get easier? Because I had no idea what I was getting myself into.”

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