Basil pulled away reluctantly and met Gus’ gaze with an easy smile of his own. He was a little breathless, but pleased all the same. His experiment had been a success, soundly proving the hypothesis Basil had been testing. Gus did still feel this… this thing between them that Basil himself felt. And, if in the future Gus still felt it, then there was no possible way he was the one who didn’t feel it. Not when he was so sure in this moment, here and now. The brunette pressed his forehead against the other. “No,” he replied guiltily, answering whisper with whisper. “But it proves we can fix things.” He smiled then, shyly, at Gus. Whatever… mistake? had driven a wedge between them, could be remedied. They could patch it with a big sock and pretend it never happened! Eventually, it would fade and they could get… this back. Basil gave Gus a small squeeze and stepped back. He didn’t care anymore what their future looked like, because he had all the ammunition he needed now to change it. Still, Basil wished he could remember what had happened. It had to have been important…
When he tried to think about it, a new wave of pain came surging forward. He winced a little bit and shook his head like a dog with an ear infection. A sound came out of his throat Basil didn’t even recognize and he tried to focus on something, anything, to keep the feeling at bay. “I wish you would just tell me what happened!” he said desperately. “It hurts every time I try and force those memories.” Basil turned back to the chair he’d been seated in before and took a seat. He hated this notion of being completely blind about, well, everything that had transpired in his life.