Basil frowned pointedly as Gus disentangled them and sidestepped around the desk. It was glaringly obvious Gus was trying to get away from him, and he didn’t like the feeling prickling in the pit of stomach at the thought. Basil didn’t know what his life looked like without Gus Lissington. It was so strange how, in a little less than a year, the other had become such a massively huge part of his life. Even the thought of that changing, in any way, scared Basil enough that he took a sobering step back and tried to piece together what Gus was saying. “I’m not trying to be funny,” he said quietly. “And I’m not the one who’s been hit with a spell, Gus! You look like you’re at least thirty in that body!” He frowned a little. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable; I won’t try and kiss you anymore until you’re back to normal. That…” he scratched the back of his head, awkwardly, blushing. “That probably wasn’t fair of me.” He looked back up into perfectly blue eyes and stepped closer again, this time resting just a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“I think you’re perfect too, even like this,” he said gently, offering the other a small smile. He squeezed Gus’s shoulder encouragingly.